Worlds Apart

She was frightened and confused by the bitterness of the current month. Sunset could feel her small green frame shiver against her own uncontrollably. Wild green locks covered up the pain her face clearly showed Wallflower's body curled into a helpless fetal position in her arms.

Sunset hugged her tight upon the spacious blue mattress within her room. The green-skinned beauty replied with a simple squeak, Sunset wanted to take her pain away and replace it with all the good Wallflower brought to the world.

But how could one convey such a beautiful feat?

Proclaiming her an angel would be too simplistic.

Yet screaming off the rooftops might be insane.

Sunset could feel warm tears soak her white tee from below. Her angel wept in silent torment as the pale blue moon outside basked them both in a protective veil of light. Sunset's golden hand lifted the chin of her fragile lover to face her with that broken brown gaze.

The taunts of those blinded by true love echoed in her mind, her love wasn't real to the blind for it was forbidden.

Wallflower sniffled as the whispers of the hateful haunted her very room, followed by those horrid notes proclaiming her worthlessness or texts that crudely dismissed her as human.

The moment she shared with the all that love did exist, she found out exactly how wicked the world was.

Now her misery was shared, Sunset would be dragged through the fire with herself.

It was her place in the universe.

Wallflower knew she only brought others pain.

She was created for it.

Even beyond the taunts and hate, she could feel herself on a constant fade. In time she'd leave nothing behind but silent echoes and blurred actions. A fate which was unshakable, one she dared to not share with another.

Sunset suddenly moved inward to plant a warm kiss on her rosebud lips. Wallflower wanted to pull away and hide within the darkness. Yet as a sun-kissed hand ran across her cheek, she couldn't help but melt into her embrace.

Sunset circled her thumb slowly across the curve of her face, tongue slowly slipped within the mouth of her true love. A ballet of passion underway Sunset the lead who swirled and teased her girlfriend's tongue with playful flicks.

Wallflower moaned silently her intertwining of love, more delicate, slow, and meaningful. Each slow swirl of the tongue deepened the kiss into something far more intimate.

The claustrophobic darkness of the month faded away as both girls held each other in a lover's embrace. Sunset loved holding her little green bean atop her body, the rhythmic beating of her heart a sensation of true beauty in this life.

Wallflower felt so fragile in Sunset's strong and protective arms. The warmth of her body only rivaled by a perfect summer day, Wallflower could feel their hips grind against each other, a sneaky hand slowly enjoying the curve of her rounded rump.

Wallflower peeked out from behind the wall of green hair with tear-soaked eyes. Sunset passionately flipped the mane to the side, teal eyes burned with love, passion, and truth. Love did exist and Sunset wanted to prove that tonight.

With a swift gentle motion Wallflower squealed helplessly as she found herself now on the bottom, Sunset wrapped her rose into a fiery embrace as her firm lips kissed down the nape of her neck slowly.

Wallflower winced from the shockwave that engulfed her tiny frame, her toes curled in a moment of weakness as breasts pushed forward. Both young women pressed together as one, the world soon distant.

Sounds of love soon followed, to lift the pain away.

Not a word was spoken.

They weren't needed.

Sunset felt her actions were enough if she could just show her.

It would be enough.