fallin' out of love (stemxstud)

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Valentine

Anaela was done unpacking what needed to be unpacked, and now she was in the shower, getting herself together for bed. I was done cleaning up around here and I had created my own little contraption to keep the window shut. Nobody would be coming in or out of it.

The heater and the air was controlled by the people up front, and it hadn't kicked on yet. I was rubbing the goosebumps on my arms when Anaela came out of the bathroom, only a shirt and some underwear on as she made her way over to me on the bed.

"The shower's still warm. I had to kill a roach in there. I flushed it," she informed me.

"You settlin' in?" I asked, watching her get in and lay down.

"I'm really tired, Tino."

"I know," I rubbed her arm a little before getting up and getting my things, "I'll be out quick."

"Yeen payin' no water bill here. Take your time."

I closed the bathroom door and set my clothes on the counter along with some towels. I took my shirt off over my head, throwing it on the floor with the rest of my clothes as I stripped. I tried to ignore it but my gaze kept swinging back to me in the mirror. The muscles I had gained from sustaining some warmth in that house. How long my hair had grown. How it was a little bit easier to smile.

Especially because of my Anaela.

I got the shower ready and slid off my underwear, my final piece of clothing that I had kept on. While Anaela had been getting herself together, I had also taken the liberty of getting us some things from the little shop at the motel. Some razors, some plain clothing, some more snacks, some other personal products. I got into the shower and let the warm water run over me as I bathed, running the razor across my skin.

Once I was done cleaning myself and shaving, I got out. I could already hear her soft snores through the door. I came out of the bathroom after I had my things collected, and put everything where it needed to be. I bent down and gave Anaela a small kiss on the cheek, getting into the bed besides her.

"Valentine," she murmured softly, reaching out for me. I pulled her half way onto my chest, my arm around her as I laid my head against hers.

Everything could be alright if we let it be.

No matter the bloodshed they'll be. No matter the scars and secrets. Our love could make it. It could survive.