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🧪 eleven. what was i made for? ☆ ⊹ ࣪.⋆༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚
Her hand ran soothingly against his bruised knuckles, their skin types were in stark contrasts of each other's.
It was comforting to Valeria as she gently swabbed the antiseptic pad against Joel's bruised knuckles, his free hand gripping the steering wheel so tightly, and she cleaned up any blood that had splattered around his skin. His skin was warm, causing her to gently nibble at the skin of her bottom lip and she tried to clean up his hand without any distractions on her mind. One, two, then three swabs was what it took for the blood to be completely cleaned off of the cuts that decorated his calloused knuckles. "Y'know," said Valeria, her voice was soft in case if she had accidentally woke up Ellie who was sleeping in the bed of the backseat truck,"my mother used to say that you could tell a person's future by the lines on their palms."
Joel looked at her as if she was saying total bullshit, but she knew it was because she just wanted to keep holding his hand. Still, Valeria took elaborate measures to keep being a compulsive liar and keep holding his hand. "It's true. No, no, no, look."
Gently, she flipped his hand over and she began tracing the lines within his palm, her fingertips gently scratching against his skin. First, she trailed her fingertip up the long crease in his palm. "This line represents your life and how long it's going to last. It's taller than the rest so you're probably going to live a long time." She traced another semi-long crease. "This one shows how many kids you'll have. Probably a few or maybe little." Then she traced a short line on his palm. "With a woman named Valeria."
Joel scoffed, immediately taking his hand away from her grasp and he gently flexed his hand a little bit to steady the sore nerves in his bruised knuckles. "Don't want no damn kids." shrugged Joel, his other hand was placed onto the steering wheel which the leather formed underneath his tight grip of his hands. "Not now, not ever."
Valeria could merely shrug a little bit at Joel's answer and she looked back at Ellie who had a comic book sprawled across her face. She looked peaceful sleeping and she couldn't help herself from smiling a little bit. At least someone kept a level head.
"Why don't you, uhm," Joel cleared his gruff voice,"get some sleep? We can take turns driving the truck."
The brunette gently shrugged, his words caused a dull nip at her heart since he treated her like a stranger, as if they haven't met before. "But—"
"Oh, come on!" called out Ellie, her voice suddenly broke the tension in the air and she sat up in alarm. "Look at this bullshit! 'To be continued.' As if there's anything else to continue. I hate it when books do this!" huffed Ellie and there was a bit of rummaging through the backseat of the truck. "Oh. This one is a little light on the reading, but it definitely has some interesting photos on it. Hey, why are these pages stuck together?"
