Something soft and sweet
When she kissed her, she tasted it fresh again; bitter and juicy like raspberry, the taste of a new love whose endpoint had already been defined. It wasn’t time, not yet, but Danni could feel the day was coming - and kissed her all the harder. She had pressed a silver lovers’ knot on a chain into her hand. “For what might be.” Danni squeezed it inside her fist, scrunched up tight against the future. Her lover kissed with her eyes closed; Danni opened her eyes halfway through. They stung.