Kylee

“Kiss me.” That’s her saying it, not me.  “Go on a date with me.”  I feel her chest rise with a deep inhale. “Take me home with you.” I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but instead of saying yes, I plead, “Go on a date with me.”  “Zee.” She pulls back, and just like that, the song is over as well as the night. Immediately I’m swarmed with people, shaking my hand, saying good night. It’s overwhelming, to say the least, but all I want is a different answer from the girl who seems to be drifting further away from me as tonight’s guests bombard my space. My gaze continues to flicker to the beauty in blue, but eventually, my attention is pulled to the mass of people I have to thank for coming out tonight. And when I look back to where she was standing, she’s gone.”
― Liz Tomforde, Mile High

“But my sisters deserve to have someone who professes love for them, so I force myself to do it. Only for them. Even if it makes my face feel like it’s on fire.”
― Jessa Kane, Queen Sized

“Why do mornings come?” Jade groaned from her bed,”
― RuNyx, Gothikana

“Short, wide staircases spaced at even intervals lead down to the sunken dance floor.”
― Nisha J. Tuli, Trial of the Sun Queen