You think you’re going crazy, you followed her out here, placed fucking flowers on her baby’s grave—Why?—You don’t even know. You’re just trying to understand this—Her

Snap

“Shit shit shit” you whisper

“Come out!—I know you’re there!” you hear her raspy voice yell out, she’s got her knife—

You stumble out—Hands held up “Sorry—Shit—I just saw you walk out after the whole—Voices in the trees thing—I figured we should have each others backs out here, yeah?—You—” she walks closer, backing you against the tree, knife at chest level now “Shauna—Theyre all scared of you—I’m-Im not, You—You’ve been through more than all of us out here—Your baby—”

She pulls her knife out, panting heavily as you places it against your neck “You don’t know what I’ve experienced out here!—My baby—He—He Isn’t yours!” she yells

“No—Shit—I know—“

You don’t even know what your saying, she’s pressing the knife against your neck and all you can stare at is her lips—they’re parted—she’s breathing heavily, whether it’s the the fact that she’s entirely pissed or the lack of space between you two—you’ll never know—

In one moment you slam your lips against her—Pulling back almost immediately but before you can apologize—Her lips are on yours again