‘‘Cris,’’ Niomi said.
I replied, ‘‘Yes.’’
The world was dark, dark, dark, and I was a shadow. She sat beside me, springtime in this hell, her eyes bright and enchanting. I tried to remember the smell of her skin, the taste of her lips. I thought of Megan.
‘’I miss you,’’ she whispered.
My throat was dry.
Why are you here?
I croaked, ‘’I miss you, too.’’
God.
Niomi leaned over and kissed me, her lips soft, tasting like vanilla and smelling like oranges. My fingers strayed at the crook of her neck, strands of her hair tickling my skin. She felt so good, and we kissed again, the feelings around us intensifying.
I hissed, ‘‘Why?’’
‘‘I’m back,’’ she answered, trailing her hands down my chest and her lips across my jaw. ‘‘I’m coming back. You don’t have to be lonely anymore.’’
Her, wrapped around my heart, triggering me.
I thought of Megan, and I woke up.
Beside me on the pillow, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Niomi: I’m coming back. I’m all yours now. I love you.
I love you.
This trigger, these emotions in me, were as deadly as bullets. It was either lust or love. Real love.
I’m sorry, Megan.
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Looking At Us
Teen Fiction❝Looking at us, I see your smile, and I feel your hand, and I wonder, truly, if we are meant to survive this journey.❞ Based on a true story in which a group of teens battle love, life, and sociality.
