A Different Kind of Flame

Flames

  Maria thought for a moment. She couldn't think of anything she needed help with. Well, there was one thing. But she didn't want to come off as desperate. She didn't want Eliza to know. She sighed, letting a single tear roll down her cheek. "Honestly, right now I just really need a friend." Eliza smiled a little. This was her chance. Then she remembered her place, and she knew this could never work. Look on the bright side. She thought. At least we can still be friends. "Well, if a friend is what you need, then a friend is what I'll be," she said with a little more confidence. She was coming to trust herself a little bit more. 

  And what great friends they made. The two of them talked for hours. About what they had in common. About how shitty their husbands were. They talked about anything and everything. Maria looked Eliza in the eye, and saw the sense of motherly goodness in her. She couldn't believe she was saying this, but she had fallen in love. Eliza sighed, and found herself staring again. Maria was perfect. She knew this couldn't work, but she was desperate as fuck. She was scared, but only because she had fallen in love as well. She snapped out of her daze, but only to find Maria staring back at her, with as much conviction as she was feeling herself. Neither of them could believe it. Two fundemental opposites, on opposing sides of the situation, had seemingly fallen in love. The attraction was mutual. Each girl felt herself drawing nearer, until soon they were interlocked in a romantic, passionate kiss. Eliza felt the haunting words slipping away, her broken, closed-off self opening to who she was before. And every time she looked at Maria, she knew that those words were never going to haunt her again. And with that, she could truly be satisfied.