The first paragraph of a story: Lilah
‘I could take my skirt off if you’d like’. Lilah Daily was one fucked up girl, and nothing made me sadder than sitting on the old living-room floor, her head leaning gently against my shoulder. She knew too well the feeling of loss, a curtain of silk hair sweeping the side of her face as she softly kissed my collar bone. ‘Lih-‘ I raised my hand inconsistently. She whispered tenderly in my ear. ‘Don’t talk, just feel.’ Her hands stroke the sides of my stomach as she held her arms around my waist. My tears landed silently on her skin. I knew she had picked up that line from a movie about a beautiful girl who ends up with a perfect life.