Five Seconds

Kiss of Death

"Breathe."

She did so.

"Close your eyes and inhale." She was directed.

There was a train of sweat that began at her forehead and trailed down to the back of her neck.

The other ran her fingers through the ladders hair, pushing back the hair that covered her face. The body of the girl tensed.

"Breathe." She whispered.

She did so.

"Don't panic."

"I won't."

The other looked at her in awe.

"Stay still."

"I will."

Slowly she leaned in and pressed her lips among the other's.

"Breathe."

She didn't.

A/N: So incase you found this confusing, which admit it, you probably did, I'll explain what this means:

As you read, you most likely thought of two girls kissing. One had control over the other.

But see, there's really only one girl. Think of a girl looking into a mirror. One side of her sees all of her imperfections, and another sees all of her perfections.

When she's telling herself to breathe, she's telling herself that everything is okay. That it's okay to live. But when she stops breathing, she's essentially given up. Gone, dead, forgotten.

Thanks for reading xx

-anonymouslove