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004. a morning

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Chicago, 1920s

On the other side of the window, Foster could hear the laughing of schoolgirls, going on about what they expected the day to be and the lasted gossip about some girl named Katie. An itch formed, like an ant had just bitten her ankle, but it went away with one look to her right. The early morning sun rays were bleeding through the curtains, and Rebekah was glowing. Foster wasn't sure if that was just her or the dancing light. She looked pure, alight with goodness; Rebekah looked mostly like herself this way, Foster thought. Her face was relaxed, lips parted slightly. An itch, not from the want of blood, formed again on Foster's ankle. This time, she gave into it and touched her lips to Rebekah's. Only just a brush, and it made Foster's spine practically vibrate.

Rebekah's nose scrunched, Foster couldn't hold back a smile. She looked like a bunny. Sleepy cerulean eyes met brown, and Foster's heart leaped. The golden rays didn't compare; they couldn't blind Foster like Rebekah's smile.

"Mm, good morning," Rebekah said, her voice was rough. She leaned up to kiss Foster, but the other girl leaned away.

Foster shook her head, lips quirked at the corners, and trailed her hand up Rebekah's side, like a feather across her neck, and finally cupped her jaw, Foster rubbed Rebekah's cheek with her thumb. Rebekah watched Foster's eyes jump from every detail on her face, she couldn't hold back a blush and Foster's smile grew. Rebekah's eyes were transfixed on Foster; the world could be burning and she wouldn't know unless she caught a reflection in Foster's brown eyes.

"How are you so beautiful?" Foster spoke quietly, her voice sounded pained. There was no reason to speak any louder. Rebekah's voice was gone. "I don't understand how you're real; you're so beautiful. You're so brilliant."

Foster kissed her, and she felt like she was floating on air.

— i don't know what this is, but it's something. i'm convinced i can't write anymore. i haven't even attempted to write chapter eleven since my last disastrous attempt; i have been writing some wlw short stories with my own oc's, would anyone read them if i posted them?