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Signs of the past

Summary:

She turned around, handing it to you.

And wow. You started fumbling over what to say because goodness were you having a lesbian panic. She was so pretty you could've sworn she was a greek goddess.

Messy black hair that was all frizzy, blue eyes that squinted slightly due to the bright light of the cafe beating down on you, she really was so beautiful. Those dark eye bags and occasional blemishes on her face just added to the charm of it all.

Or

Youre a lesbian college student having a lesbian panic only for your life to go to shit because of it

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It's so cold. So, so cold.

Your feet step and step over white snow.

It burns.

You shiver, one hand on your stomach and one hand over your other arm. 

You take a glance behind you, noticing the trail of blood you've left behind.

Shit.

You really messed up now.

Trying to pick up the pace, you lift one leg at a time. Left leg. Right Leg. Left... Right...

Just walking makes you feel like you're going to die.

Are you?

Jeans ripped, tank top loose, you probably look like a mess right now. An absolute mess made by somebody you trusted.

You really shouldn't have trusted her.

Suddenly, a heavy weight pushes you down.

The contrast of the snow to the feeling of Kate's body is bringing even more shock to your system. She's so warm compared to the numbing snow.

You thrash, scream, try to get out from the body on top of you but it doesn't work.

This is it. 

You think, your eyes widening in panic. Tears prickle at the sides of your eyes, slowly falling onto the freezing snow and leaving little marks just like raindrops.

Chest heaving, tears falling, there's no way to deny this is the end for you.

You see the shadow of Kate reflect onto the white snow, her hands lifting up with a knife in-hand. Then it falls down, sharp.

The pain stings, the entirety of your body going slack as you feel warm liquid start to spread across your back.

It was repetitive, over and over again until the sides of your vision blur out.

Your body feels numb as you finally close your eyes.

You're too tired to deal with this, not now. 

But the snow brings your tired body to a permanent rest. 

Maybe it was always meant to end up like this.

But how did it get to this point..? 

Your brain scrambles to hold onto anything, something-- anything at all.

Just memories.

Her.