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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"Hallo," Ina said into the phone, looking out the balcony into the ocean. "Gut, morgen," she laughed, and she turned around to notice Amé getting up and taking a peek at her older sister. She turned out and slid the balcony door shut, and turned back around to stare at the ocean.
"I'm too old for texts," Mrs. Sylvia said.
"I know," Ina smiled and looked down at her ring, and she finally realized just how beautiful the ring really was. Here, under the sunlight, it shone as if the stone had fireworks trapped inside. "I know, that's why I called. It's been... two weeks, and you said I could call if I felt... in despair."
"Are you? In despair my Liebling?"
"No," she chuckled. "I miss Germany though."
"You're in New York?"
"Nein, Dominican Republic." She turned around and saw Amé stretching and getting off the bed. "I'm here with my sister. I hadn't forgiven her, for the fallout we had, and... if I'm being quite honest I have not forgiven her, but I came here to get past it. To care for the living, as you said."
"And how's that turning out for you?"
Ina laughed at the fun of it all. Pushing her wallet to come to an island with her younger sister to fix a relationship that she tore apart. She laughed at the fact she was talking to someone else's grandma from across the continent. She was losing her grip of life.
"I think she's talking to a man so she's quite distracted. She thinks I don't know, since we promised to make this about us," she shook her head, her hand gripping the balcony's rail. "Anyways, I'm feeling better. I think I... I can think of him and be okay."
"See?" And she could almost hear her smile, her pride, and that's exactly why Ina liked speaking with her. "You don't have to neglect the love you had for him in order to live past it. All you have to do is, embrace him, and what he gave you before he left."
"Ja, you're right."
"And if you ever come back to Germany, you've got a home with the old Sylvia," and they both laughed, not because she didn't mean it, but because it'd be one hell of a duo.
"Dankeschön, ich liebe dich Sylvia."
"I love you too sweetie."
Ina hung up and took a deep breath. "I wish you were here," she told the air, confident it'd reach whatever corner of the universe he's in. She felt at peace with her grief, as if they both shared a room now, and while it sat and cried, she patted its hair and lived life through the irises of her eyes.
She knew, had he been there, every moment would've been a treasured memory. She could almost imagine what his face would look like in the bright sunlight, for in her island, it was perpetual summer. His eyes would definitely glow.
She turned away and went inside the room.
"Who were you speaking with?" Amé asked, getting herself dressed and flat ironing her hair at the same time like a professional juggler.
