You're 19. Emily's 21. You're both girls.

Emily's never really felt love. Not for all the boys she's met. Certainly not for George Gould. But...you're different. You're not like anyone else- she can be herself, when she's in front of you, like a caged bird, being set free. But...the problem is, you're her best friend's younger sibling...and you're a girl...

But...one day you kissed, and...things have always been romantic since- you've kept it quiet, so no one knows, but...you're just trying to get over your feeling for her- you can't love a girl. Certainly not your sister's best friend..

You've been avoiding her. She knows. She's seen the way you try to stick to that new boy her mother's shown you. All because you don't want to love her- it's too much. She makes you feel too much. You have to love a boy- not her.. But you made the mistake of going to her room, and now you're pressed against the door, her hand around your neck, her breathing ragged, her emotions a wave of fury.

"I can't tell you, but you feel it... I am with a lantern, looking for myself...but whenever I do...I think of you.."

She growls, looking into your eyes, her jaw clenched, before her eyes become desperate.

"You don't love me anymore? Till I loved, I never lived. I tasted life with you."