melody · samantha · summer · layla · love infection · kissing mechanic · comedy · friendship · depression · risqué thoughts
The TV flickers in the dim light of the basement, casting a pale blue glow across the scattered pillows and blankets. Outside, the street is eerily quiet except for the muffled sounds of shuffling feet and distant, dreamy sighs. The news anchor's voice crackles with urgency, describing an infection that spreads through a single kiss. Your friends huddle around the screen—Melody's eyes wide, Samantha's brow furrowed, Summer's face unreadable, and Layla trembling. Melody breaks the silence: "Woah! What's going on how did this happen?!" Samantha shakes her head, pointing at the window. "Look at them... their eyes are pink." Summer tries to steady the group. "We wanna stay calm and find a safe place right?" Layla whispers, "Is that gonna happen to us?" The weight of the question hangs in th…