Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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"I... don't know what to tell you," Donavan whispered, looking at the body.
Or, Ina.
Donavan calls her the body ever since he tried introducing himself and she had only whimpered. He jokingly poked her in the arm, and upon no response, nicknamed her a corpse.
Of course Amé didn't like it, but after days of correcting him, she had given up.
So they both stood in front of Ame's bed, staring at the body of Ina Seele, once the greatest, most beautiful woman alive, a pale, dried out raisin. Donavan had seen pictures of Ina before the traumatic experience from Amé's constant showing off, and he had fallen in love with Ina in a platonic, You'll-Never-See-Her fanfic way. But seeing her now, a shell of what she was? He now believed all things beautiful decayed at least once in their lifetime.
Donavan, with a major in psychology, called this many things. PTSD, for every time a TV is on she cries, in her sleep she's awake, stuck in a loophole, going through the news over and over again, or simply the trigger to a dam she had built over the years, containing inside all that had traumatized and killed her heart and spirit.
He had no name for it.
So he just, told her worst case scenario, bring her to one of the professors.
Amé didn't take that for an answer, so she called Soo-young.
"She's fine," Soo-young said, shrugging, as perplexed as any of them. "She's eating small portions, but she's eating enough to keep herself healthy. Her vitals are fine. She's just..."
"Not talking," Donavan said, looking down to his girlfriend. "I think it's just psychological trauma."
"Yeah, must be," Soo-young nodded in agreement.
Suddenly Ina stood up, and they spread around to give her space, watching her like hawks. She went to the bathroom, peed, washed her hands, brushed her teeth, and went back to bed.
"I don't think getting mad at her will do much," Donavan told her. "Give her time, Amé."
Amé looked away from Ina, who's eyes were open, but she stared blankly to the distance. "She has to go back, she can't miss any more classes. Neither can I."
"Or maybe you don't want to see her because she reminds you of Dana?"
Amé and Donavan stared at each other defiantly. Donavan had exposed Amé's feelings in the open, a feeling Amé didn't want to accept to herself. But Soo-young's eyes wouldn't leave Ina, and she saw them shift toward Donavan when he said that. Soo-young was the most interested in her, for her admiration and curiousness had grown out of proportion the moment she met her. Ina was a strong woman, with unshakable strength and suddenly, the loss of her love crippled her mentally.
