Her face almost hurt from the forced smiling and the makeup. The first round of the pageant was over, and Blythe was not ready to walk into the room to undress with the other girls.
Her head was not in the game, her head hurt from the stiffness of her hairdo. She stood in the stairwell, and leaned against the wall. The coolness of the wall made her shiver when she leaned against it.
Playing with her phone aimlessly, Blythe decided to take a selfie. The app that she used let her make the picture blue, and that was exactly what she felt.
Blue.
Her lips throbbed, when she realized that she had been pursing them as hard as she had been pursing them. She ran her fingers over her lips, and thought of him as soon as she touched them.
Her lips against his lips, her lips around his…
It was a muscle memory she thought, as she tasted the salty tears on her lips.
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