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
*Warning explicit content ahead may trigger some people who have had experience with sexual assault*
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"You have class tomorrow morning," Soo-young told Amé.
"What if she calls–"
Soo-young shook her head. If Ina hadn't called for a whole week and a half, she wasn't going to randomly start today. Salvatore had changed everything when two days ago, if they were going with the statistics, they should be searching for a body.
They're searching for a body.
Amé curled up in the couch and broke into sobs.
It wasn't supposed to end like this. It wasn't supposed to end this way for them. And the guilt that ate at her chest had consumed her, nailed her to that couch next to her charging phone, as if all the weight of the years they've known each other sat on her.
"Go to sleep Soo-young," Salvatore's brother, Valentine said. "You too have class tomorrow. I'll watch over her."
So he sat there, in front of her in that sofa, watching her like a father watches a child. Or so she hoped. Or so Soo-young made it look. But Amé felt safe regardless, because Salvatore was there too, working in his computer and nailing things to a board.
"Goodnight," Soo-young whispered, and kissed her temple.
"Night," And she wrapped herself up and moved her phone closer, checked the volume was high and closed her eyes.
"What do you have?" Soo-young asked Salvatore. "Tell me you have something."
"She's not alone," he said, and he spoke in rushed words. Soo-young guessed it was the coffee and the third day without sleep. "There's no way she's alone."
"If she's not alone that means she's safe, right?"
He sat on the dining table and stared at the board he made. "It means she's either really safe, or in a lot of danger."
"So there's a chance she's alive," Soo-young sighed in relief.
Soo-young, like Amé, and like Donavan, had figured out their feelings about Ina Seele. To hear that someone is possibly dead, puts everything into perspective. And no, not just to imagine their death, but to actually feel it, and to actually know you'll never see them again, it means everything when there is nothing left to do.
Soo-young loved Ina Seele. She loved that woman because she had fallen in love with her, when she studied all her little movements, her speech pattern, how her brain works, how she expresses herself and how selfless she is. She had fallen in love not just with a kiss or her body, but her mind, with the way she would push Soo-Young's glasses up her nose when she looked down at her computer, when she apologized and said thank you for the most random things, when she made sure Soo-young was okay and continued to do so even when she had dried tears on her face. She had fallen in love with a woman not because she was a woman but because she was simple, she was selfless, and she was caring. She cared for everything and everyone when nobody cared for her.
