She wished her with all her being. Seeing her from a distance was completely unbearable, it was the greatest of agonies that could exist. It was torture. She repeatedly questioned why she had to suffer such an unpleasant punishment. Seeing her from a distance only increase her anxiety and her need of take what she think belong to her. She would do it if she could, undoubtedly, fearless. However, she was aware that doing so would only hurt them. She only had her imagination and her hidden desires, just thinking about kissing her back, taking her hips and getting lost in her essence. Only that. After all Life and death can't be together without destroying each other, but for a few minutes of pleasure it would be totally worth it.
This is my entry for this contest ; )
https://steemit.com/art/@vermillionfox/week-22-fox-tales-announcing-last-week-s-winners-and-a-new-story-image
I hope you like it :3
