Destined To Be Together

One More Day

Misery.

Melancholy.

Despair.

And her flabby, weakened body, taut muscles which contours are more visible through the thin, deprived of pliableness skin. The flaccid limbs collapse involuntarily into the thick mattress of the unmade bed. Squeezed calf tendons, clenched fists with the fingernails digging into the inside of the crinkled wrists, and mercilessly tighten lower abdomen and unsettled stomach, the uncontrollable twisting of which made her nauseous. The surface of her swarthy dermis turned anemically pale, dull, dotted only with goose bumps due to cold-blooded chills spreading across every scrap of her depleted frame. Her expressionless, listless features, slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and nostrils. Chapped, dry mouth with dried gores from forcefully biting her petulant lip.

But her eyes. They are not like they used to be, few months ago they were her trademark.

Luminous, fetching, exquisite.

Now hollow, heavy, essentially swollen and lusterless.

Her turquoise irises, where like the purest seaside waves — presently resemble the dark bottom of the ocean. This cerulean hue of the orbits captivated many people, but then enchanted this one girl with all their scale. It was she, who called them, her sky-blue eyes.

Called.

Not anymore.

The eventful past. The most excruciating present. The troublesome, incessant hurtful future.

What was once will never come back, and what is to come will not be the same.

Nevertheless, she yearned to turn back time and relieve those joint moments at all cost. Not only in her dreamy thoughts, what she does almost every fraction of second entire day. In tangible reality. A tremendous urge to experience it all over again since the first time she has met her. She couldn't remember exactly what it was like, but she is sure one thing, she was happy. Joyful as never before. She regained her glee, which she had never had by someone's else side. Those faraway reminiscences seemed to last forever. She thought so, because why divest her of something genuine and unique...

Such an enduring and a compassionate bond. Superficially inseparable. And yet fate was not even the slightest equitable, and it hurts so much that the shattered pieces of her brittle heart would never be put together. It hurts physically, it took every ounce of her soul with each passing cadence, until one day she would be bereaved of everything that made her the luckiest person on the Earth. She saw glistering stars, gliding in a distant, immeasurable universe.

So what have changed?

The most crucial difference — she did all those things holding one hand. Juliana's hand, which perfectly adjusted to her. This precious and subtle grip and the firm entwining of their slender fingers was a source of her boundless security. Her irreplaceable refuge in fear or satisfying the need for closeness. She could spend ceaseless hours merely feeling the mutual warmth radiating from the outsides of their palms. And that was just one of the few signs the dark-haired girl provided her single morning, noon, or middle of the sleepless night. She gave her more than anyone else has ever been able to grant her.

And the whole world without her... this emptiness is beyond capacity to bear.
11 months, 335 days, 48 weeks, more than minutes and seconds she had ever imagined. No matter how she would estimate how much have passed, the amount of time aches callously, unquestionably too lengthy without seeing her beloved girlfriend.

Juliana, who is not currently her girlfriend.

Here is the first part of my new series of what could have happened next after the Amar a Muerte series finished. A continuation of their further life, but only as Val's POV for the beginning. Hope this part is worth reading and continuing. ❤️