kissing cousins
Two girls are lying on the grass and they are shapes in the ground with red hair and brown hair, shapes which don't move, don't move until one shape opens her mouth to speak.
"Lie to me." she says at last, because she feels like she has ruined things beyond repair and things are swimming into her head, and the world is too big and too angry and too hurt and she is so lonely in the middle of it.
And the other girl does - tells her stories where things are sharp and clean and easy and the corner of the world where her lies exist is entirety of the world, where her lies cover up the ugly angry parts and slip a sugar-sweet spiral into the air and whisper that it's okay to be lonely, it's okay, it's okay. In the middle she reaches for her cousin's smaller hand and lies her way right into her thudding heart.
