Science. {Jason DiLaurentis}

Bodies, Bodies, Bodies

"I like this." Sienna murmured, burrowing her head into Jason's chest.

"Like what?" Jason's raspy voice echoed, his arms pulling her tighter.

"Waking up next to you." Two hearts beat in sync.

Sienna's eyes shot open. The exhaustion from painting had taken a toll on her. A was forcing her into manual labor, likely creating more rooms to play in. They'd already recreated three. What was a few more?

The specs of paint spattered throughout Sienna's flesh like the specs of blood pooling from open wounds. Sienna had become accustomed to the sight of red specs flaking her skin, reminders of pain and anger. She was full of it. Full of pain. Full of rage.

If A gave her the chance, Sienna wouldn't hesitate to wring her hands around their neck.

She'd come to imagine it over and over again. A killer her. Her killing A. Over and over again. Like a sick melody that played on repeat.

A had made her a killer. Both times she had taken a life has been led to by A's hands. Now, the torture was driving her mad.

Mad people do mad things.

So, when the doors opened, Sienna sat. Waiting and waiting.

When the steel door slammed shut, she started screaming. Screaming for the pain, screaming for the loss. Screaming for the person she had become, broken and beautiful. Strong and blistered.

A carnation in a storm.

[~]

Jason's mental health runs had increased exponentially since the disappearance of Sienna SinClair. He would often run until his legs burned and legs ached.

It was the only place he could be alone with his thoughts without crumbling.

Each step was a piece of his soul clattering in the chasm of his heart. The valves ached as he pictured Sienna's smile. The aorta swelled as he imagined her laugh. The veins parted as he smelled her perfume.

Sienna was the entirety of Jason's soul.

Running felt like being with her. The adrenaline increased and the feeling of falling felt like being in love. Sienna was exciting and exhilarating.

It was science. Like his DNA was meant for hers.

"Sometimes I have a hard time expressing how I feel but I'm good at using metaphors." Sienna admits, gazing at the water before her. The couple had snuck out to the SinClair lake house near Cape May.

"So, use your metaphors." He whispered like it was poetry written only for her. He knew the way her mind worked. His shoulder brushed against hers, urging her to continue.

"You and I? We're kinda like water. It's made up of two molecules. Hydrogen and oxygen. Hydrogen is meant to bond with oxygen. Oxygen is meant to bond with hydrogen. Together, they make water. Water can't exist without one or the other. They have to exist together to create something beautiful. Like us." The brunette girl used the water as a distraction from the silly feeling in her chest, gently toeing with the water as her feet hung of the dock.

Jason hooked his leg around hers, pulling her closer. "You also can't survive without it." He remarks, smiling in adoration.

Sienna's heart fluttered as she realizes that Jason sees her for the entirety of who she is.

"Exactly." She smiles.

For a girl who had lived through so much tragedy, Sienna had the gift of an incredibly beautiful soul. She was a symphony of love. The world was never prepared to care for someone like her, too cruel for someone so pure. Even now, Rosewood failed her.