Last Time Kissed
send “last time kissed” for the last time our muses kissed. ( no longer accepting. )
The hospital was a cold place at night, dark and scary under flickering fluorescent lights. Normally the teenager would have reveled in the opportunity to be there, but excitement was lost to the bottom of a pill bottle, empty now and teasing everyone from its perch atop her unmade bed. Hooked up to a ventilator, Amelia Shepherd survived only on borrowed time. Breath had been stolen from her throat, replaced artificially…TEMPORARILY.
Family took their turns at her side, saying their piece to the little girl she once had been, forgetting for a moment the
monster she had become. A pair of red lips pressed themselves into the temple of the youngest girl, the first time in months they had.
A dirty little secret, she once had been. The mistress of her brother’s wife, tasting the forbidden fruit, despite the costs it brought with it. In Addison’s arms was the only place she had found comfort since losing her father, and in Addison’s arms, she also found heartbreak more than anyone could imagine. They couldn’t tell, and they wouldn’t, and it didn’t matter now, because it was OVER.
They called it all off at the wedding, so the last kiss they shared was in the back of the church, both girls clad in their best – one in pink, the other in white – carefully enough not to smear their lipstick before taking to the aisle. Bittersweet, she stood up with the redhead, smiling to cover the tears in her eyes as she watched her brother marry the woman she loved.
It was enough to tear her apart, and hooking her arms around the date she had chosen, she pressed herself a little too close, given him a little too much power, until desperation almost seeped through her pores. He offered her relief, and she took it, no matter the price. A drug to cure her pain. It felt good; better than a kiss ever could – or so she would tell herself. A pill to bring her to life, and another and another, until life it stole back.