15.

When our lips touched, it was as if the only thing keeping me grounded was him - and I weighed nothing, and I could flutter away at any given second. The way his touches were gentle yet hungry, and lingering on my body - I'd give anything to feel that again, just once more, to remember how good it had felt, and how I lost it all.

The moment I laid eyes on them, I felt a rage spark within me that I hadn't felt before. His hands all over her body, exploring it in such intimate ways, or perhaps just too intimate for my liking and seemingly normal to anyone else - I hadn't realised it then, but this was the beginning to something far beyond just a simple, innocent first-glance attraction I had towards another boy.

"Dove! Didn't expect to see you here!" She cheers, in the most bothering voice, and I straightened out my back and made eye contact with her at this.

"Yeah well, you invited me, remember?"