She had grown up in a very close family, physical contact was a big part of that. Sarah had forgotten that before she met Mari.
Her father hadn’t been able to hold her like this after…
Better off dead. It was just an echo from the past with no real feeling behind it, so she felt no guilt when the words popped into her mind.
Mari was smooth, and soft, and warm. If she had been so inclined, Sarah might have fallen in love with her.
“Why do you let me stay like this?” Sarah asked, looking up into her best friend’s face from where she lay curled into her lap.
“Because you let me be this close,” Mari whispered, stroking her hair.
She hadn’t meant to, but becoming Mari’s friend was almost beyond her control.
Her eyes were like dark pools, wide and slightly narrow at the corners. Why did she seem to attract girls with such wide eyes?
“What are you thinking about?” Those wide eyes pierced her soul with their honest curiosity. People rarely asked her what she was thinking and meant it.
She took as much of this friendship as she could and let her heart ache with the weight of it, because it wouldn’t last- nothing ever did, especially something this good.
Sarah lost her phone a week ago and hadn’t spoken to Kaci since.
Mari had told her a secret. She tended to forget and let things slip, but she would hold Mari’s confidence as close to her heart as she would her memory in times to come.
She wondered if, already, she was idealizing this girl in her mind.
“I’m thinking about how glad I am we were assigned together. Luckiest thing to ever happen to me.”
Mari smiled. “Me, too. I love you, my Sarah.”
Mari knew Sarah was inclined to love her in a very different way, just like Sarah knew that Mari was her best friend and trusted her completely.
"I-" she hesitated, and snuggled more comfortably in her friend's lap.