Unnecessary

Life is full of disappointment. But is it as bad as this? Six people. Six lives. Six people on the edge. Who will be the first to fall?

Life is fulDyed Plums. His lips parted with the color of dyed plums, throbbing with a sweetness that was just - mouthwatering. Her eyes instantly widened with the anticipation of touching the carving of his eyelashes or craters of his dimples. Reka itched to stroke a lock of his hair back with her pair of trembling fingers. Ha.As if you had the guts to do it, mocked her inner thoughts. And its true. Instead of following suite with my sick little fantasy, I'm lurking in the back of the bookshelves. Flushing and having a good dose of adrenaline pumping through the girls veins, the vision of one day doing so blinding the child's sense of dignity.

As if you had the guts to do it, it echoed.

Through the empty slots of the shelves, Reka understood almost at once the form sitting just inches away from her. The delicious scent of cologne wafting up her nostrils into an intoxicating thirst. She gazes at the light pattern of his breathing that trails across his chest, and the smooth curve of his collarbone introducing the beads of sweat that flaxen against his shirt. Or the way in which the gorge of his arms peeking out of his T-shirts sleeves, revealing a thick link of veins toward his savoring hands.
"Reka, you should go ahead and talk to him."
The breath in which she didn't realize that she was holding, disintegrated into a pathetic whimper.
"C'mooon, it won't hurt."
A flurry of oxen hair tousled in a messy bun greeted Reka like a tuff of feather's. Porcelain fingers brush delicate strands of hair away from her set of frosted eyes. Chilled for every occasion.
"Hilda." she breathed.