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.
Wallflower opened her eyes wide in a state of shock. A cold sweat ran across her body uncontrollably as her breathing slowed down to a collected rhythm. She couldn't allow her shortcomings to torment Sunset, even after a night of passion she had to let her free.
The green girl collapsed onto her bed with a dull thud, the morning light basked the whole room in an otherworldly glow of orange and grey. The echo of her clock counted the seconds as they drifted over the horizon, each tick a powerful melody of her existence without Sunset.
Somber and silent.
With a soft sigh she drug herself out of the bed, her chest tightened with the first exhale of the stale morning air. Eyes gazed to the open window in curiosity would she see Sunset out there or simply see nothingness?
Uncertainty guided her actions as she instead chose to push forward alone, the hallway a quiet abyss that seemed devoid of anything with personality, each wall a smooth empty canvas.
Downstairs she couldn't make out the laughter of children usually present outside, instead, a loud ringing seemed to blare in her eardrums. Wallflower certain her head would explode, her steps unsure and off-kilter as she rushed to the kitchen in a haze.
The sound of water pouring into her glass enough to calm frightened nerves, what exactly was it that she dreaded?
Chugging the glass of water she couldn't help but feel completely parched. The sudden knock upon the door enough to startle up a loud gasp.
Or did she hear a scream?
Wallflower rushed to the wooden frame in a panic, the silence almost too much.
But nothing was there to greet her. The front porch empty as it always was, Wallflower noticed the sun basking the bench out in front of her home in a surreal light. The bus must be late today, she took steadied steps to the bench before taking her place.
It was foggy today, she couldn't see a thing.
The streets clear of any traffic or turmoil, each dull green yard empty and lifeless.
Resting she felt warmth at her side, yet only could see grey.
Sunset gasped in a state of panic. An icy chill seemed to run down her body in otherworldly waves of despair. Her bedroom was devoid of warmth even as the morning sun engulfed her sleeping area in vibrant light.
Wallflower was gone from the room altogether. The night before a blur of love and fleeting passion, Sunset could feel her chest tighten from the absence of her beloved flower. Without missing a beat she flung herself off the bed and dashed to the door, shoes an afterthought as she nearly stumbled downstairs in a blur of red.
The front door slightly ajar from the night before, Sunset quickly darted into the kitchen as she grabbed her cellphone. Panicked and near out of breath she dialed the only person that mattered in her life.
Multiple rings and no answer.
The sun outside that of a golden glow as she ran across her front yard hastily. A few children played outside during a game of early morning tag, Sunset felt her lungs burn as she ran down the sidewalk faster and faster.
Multiple cars zooming by as morning traffic began to build on the streets. She quivered with uncertainty before those numbers were dialed again.
No answer.
No hesitation was given as she blazed a path across the yard of her beloved, the wooden door a final fearsome obstacle in her path. Sunset's hands pounded the door in a frantic knock, a startled scream heard within.
The redhead slowed the knock to a faint echo, sirens blared on the horizon as her heart sank deeper.
Catching her breath she made her way to the empty bench out front. The bus would be late today, warmth could be felt at her side as she struggled to catch her breath.
A faint but familiar sensation.
The world around her growing silent, teal eyes lost on watching morning dew trickle down the flowers across the street.
Much like the tears rolling down her cheeks.
