opposite of a kiss

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[atrb=valign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #f7f7f7;][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true] waiting for the rising sun▬▬▬   notes: so, for my writer's craft, we had to write something when given the prompt, "opposite of a kiss", so I just wrote this shitty thing. PRAYER CIRCLE THAT MY TEACHER GIVES ME A GOOD MARK, GUYS. The opposite of a kiss? Well, it was obvious, wasn’t it? A kiss was typically a gesture of affection, an act of love. So the only thing that could be the opposite of it would have to be something non-affectionate. And Lilith, being the incredibly, amazingly, non-affectionate person that she was, knew what the opposite of a kiss was. It was simple deduction; she just supposed that everyone else was too stupid to figure it out for themselves. Unsurprising; she lived in a city of idiots. Sometimes it felt like she was the only intelligent one there, a theory which was often backed up by the many idiotic actions of the population. If a kiss was an act of love, then the opposite would therefore have to be an act of hate. In other words, an act of violence. A punch to the face, a kick to the shins- any of these could constitute the opposite of a kiss, and Lilith had delivered enough of them to know how to properly knock someone’s lights out. She was something of a living embodiment of violence; she lived it, she breathed it, and itched for it. Getting in to as many incidents as she could was her way of saying she didn’t anybody, that she was the top dog and anybody who had anything to say to that could speak to her fists. It was her way of saying that she could be just as good, if not better, than anyone else. It was her way of saying she didn’t need any stupid kisses. Maybe for most other teenage girls, the whole point of their mindless lives was to get their love lives kick-started and ready to go. Not for Lilith. She couldn’t understand why getting kissed and falling in love was so important to those idiots; what was so great about it anyways? Boys were jerks. Girls were jerks. Pretty much all human beings were jerks! Why would they want to put themselves in such a position of vulnerability in front of someone else? Why would they want to allow themselves to become weakened like that? Lil had never understood all those movies where, in the end, love made the main character strong enough to accomplish his/her goals, save the world, and get the boy/girl. Love didn’t make you strong. It made you weak, and most people were just too dumb to realize that. But not Lilith. She didn’t want any kisses, any sappy romance in her life. She wanted violence, she wanted aggression, she wanted to brawl it out with the best of them and come out the winner. Just because she was a girl didn’t mean that she couldn’t be tougher than any boy, couldn’t be strong enough to beat up anyone who threatened or annoyed her. She had proved any of the few who might have thought that wrong time and time again. She wasn’t some shrinking violet, to shirk away from a fight like some coward. She was a perfectly capable young adult who could take the punches and the scrapes and the cuts that came with the brawl, and still win afterwards. And that feeling- the feeling of victory, the feeling of knowing that she was better than her opponent, that proud, satisfied surge that flooded her body after every victory- that was the greatest feeling she could ever want. So no. Lilith didn’t want any kisses. She wanted the opposite of kisses. Kisses were something to be avoided. One, because they were gross. And two, because she would never, ever allow herself to feel enough for someone to actually kiss them, because that was the point of no return; that was the point of weakness. And she would never let anyone make her weak like that. The only one you could depend on in this world was yourself, and Lilith intended to keep depending on herself and no one else, for years to come So, no kisses for her. Well, wasn’t that a darn shame that her entire existence didn’t depend on how well she fared romantically?

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