.・゜゜・ ・゜゜・.
Wilhemina did as you said. You washed her legs, back, shoulders, even her breasts. It seemed as though she started breathing more heavily when you brushed over her nipples on purpose a few times.
When you were done with everything, you handed her an orchid-purple towel you found in her room. You helped her step out and put on fresh underwear and her nightgown. When you two came out of the bathroom, you settled her on the bed and started brushing her red curls. You put her still damp hair in two pretty braids.
-"Y/n, how come you are so good with hair?"
-"Oh, well, before the apocalypse, I used to have a sister and she had really long, pretty hair. It went down to her knees! She was special to me. But... She didn't die because of the apocalypse. She passed even before."
-"I'm so sorry. May I ask what exactly happened?"
-"She was one of the kids who lost their lives in the Tate Langdon school shooting, I don't know if you heard about that incident. It happened, whatsoever, many long years ago."
-"Mhm, I think I've heard. It was some time ago though so I cannot be exact."
-"Well, yeah. That tore my family apart. My mother overdosed soon and I was left with my father. Look he isn't a bad person. He probably tried his best in life too. It's so unfair that such a nice girl who never even viewed world badly, had to go that way."
-"I agree, but, maybe it was better that way you know, dying in an radioactive apocalypse would be even worse."
-"I guess you are right... It was just hard getting over a tragedy such as that one."
-"I know..."-Wilhemina said and gave you a soft pat on the shoulder.
"Wilhemina I think you should sleep."
-"Stay here? With me?"
-"I can't I'm sorry."
She just nodded and layed in her bed as you exited the room. You couldn't leave though. You broke into tears, and she did as well. This was torture. Why couldn't you just simply forget about her? You hated yourself for this but you said- fuck it. 98% of the world's population is dead, and you are one of the only ones still living civilized life. What the hell could go wrong!? There is only one chance to live. You opened the door of her room again and said:
"What was the rest of your plan?"
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𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 - 𝘔𝘴.𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦
Romancewe met at the end of the world, and sat hand in hand as the stars went out.