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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Done with her paper, she wanted nothing but to fucking bury herself alive in a coffin and suffocate to death. She was pretty sure her paper had nothing to do with the topic and basically bullshitted, but, she was lucky like that, to pass whatever she did.
So she took a shower and washed the stress off. She put on one of her nightgowns, a red one made of silk and lace, and went to bed. She pulled up her covers, turned off the light, and closed her eyes.
She thought of Ivaan again, like she did every night.
Except this time around he was alive.
She curled up. Her chest once again did that thing, where it'd hurt, and her stomach would do all kinds of crazy things.
And then she thought of Amé to calm down the nerves. She thought of Amé and the smile she had when Ina left. She'd be fine. She's a fighter. She's immensely strong.
She pushed her covers off and took her Mac. She turned it on, and called Amé on FaceTime. Right now it was 9 pm in Washington, so the timing was alright.
Amé didn't pick up, as usual, but she called back ten minutes later.
"Sorry," she apologized.
Ina shrugged. "How are you?"
"I'm good," Amé assured. "Honestly I'm being fed twenty four seven, and I have a room for myself, and I decorated it it however I wanted. This is awesome."
"I'm glad," Ina laughed, but she was, deep inside, feeling lonelier than ever. She was used to living alone, up until... what? What has changed? And when?
"Hey Amé."
Amé turned her neck so fast Ina thought it'd snap. She tilted the computer away, just a bit, away from the doorway.
"Hey Ivaan."
"Just wanted to tell you I'm back from the gym, you need anything?"
"N-no," Amé smiled.
Ina cocked an eyebrow.
"Actually, I know we had just had dinner but–"
Ivaan laughed. Ina took a deep breath. This can't happen again, not that easily, she thought desperately. But it was that disgraceful thought created by the voice of God himself and she cursed that silly plan she had.
"But?" And she could almost hear his smile.
"Can Chef Rossi make me an enchilada again," she shyly said.
"Two?"
Amé grinned like she saw gold.
"Coming right up."
"Okay he's gone," Amé whispered. "You need to like, bag this man right now because let me tell you, I have to shoo so many women a day. He's like, as obsessed with the gym as you are and he's always working and he's really nice honestly I've gained ten pounds since being here and it hasn't been twenty four hours."
