And she held it to her skin, contemplating, wanting, needing... something.
She thought for too long and the moment was lost; a moment of hesitation was all it took. This realisation she stored away for future salvation. But now, just for now, there was no need for it anymore. She was calm - maybe even happy.
Besides, it was time to get ready. She'd meet her friends smelling of sunshine and rainbows, and the cold taste of metal would be known only to her.
And she wished in her heart, that bloody mess of a heart, that she wasn't so damn good at pretending.