create

1. tearing up

Damned be the heart. It is one ugly motherfucker. Sylver had thought that so many times before, when her heart had been broken for the first time, the second time as well, the four times she has broken hearts, when her parents and her little sister had died in a car crash because her stupid mother, may she be damned as well, had a heart attack, and of course she thought so right now. Although now she physically thought so, not emotionally. Because the human heart she saw before her in the glass case was just hideous.
"Do I really have to do this right now? I can think of at least three things that are more exciting than this!", Sylver moaned.
Her partner in crime, Goldie (she had thought of that herself, and yes, her creativity was very narrow), just chuckled.
"You know only two things more exciting, and we both know that!", Goldie laughed and kissed her on her cheek, "Kissing me and dreaming of kissing me!"
Sylver sighed as Goldie turned around again. She knew Goldie was right, not just about staying focused. Ever since they had met, which seemed like it had been ages ago to Sylver, Goldie had seen right through her, and had known of Sylver's crush for her. She was funny, very charming, cute as fuck, extremely intelligent when she chose to be, and the biggest criminal mastermind of her time (which Sylver had only found out afterwards of course). And added to all these traits she was so very beautiful and so very straight.
The evening they got to know each other they had ended up at Goldie's place, and damn, Sylver had wanted it to go so many different ways. But the way that actually unfolded itself had been unimaginable. They just talked, and talked, and talked some more, and the sun came and went by, and Sylver could just unload all of the baggage she had been carrying around, and Goldie helped her carry it from then onwards. It was then that Sylver had fallen for Goldie, right at the start.
"Sylver, get your head out of the clouds and focus!!", Goldie whispered.
'Well, difficult to do if you look so damn good in your work-clothes, and when you are always in my eyesight!', Sylver thought. And it made her wonder why she still did this to herself. Why she was still a slave to her feelings for Goldie, why she couldn't just step away from this and just see Goldie as her best friend, her soulmate without being together. But the answer was simple. She liked it. She liked Goldie, she liked the bond they shared, and she didn't miss anything Goldie couldn't give. Because the thoughts were enough, even if the kind of love Goldie gave was not the kind of love Sylver returned. And Goldie was her only friend, her roommate (or rather the woman allowing Sylver to live with her without having to pay), and her partner in crime. Speaking of... Goldie stopped moving and turned away from her.
"Sylver!!", Goldie said as loud as she could without endangering the mission, "For fucks sake girl! This job is important and you know that! It is our breakthrough in this cruel, cruel world! If we get at least one of those stones we can start a revolution and seriously rule! Just imagine your possibilities!"
"Alright Goldie, but will one of these stones also get me fixed? Because if not then please excuse me being distracted... you know I physically can't help it, my brain doesn't stop!", Sylver whispered back with a shudder running down her back like an icy claw ripping apart her skin.
'Thanks mom, awesome to still have your presence with me in the most heartbreaking moments', she thought.
"Sylver, I love you."
Ouch. She says that often, but as a friend only. But it always showed her the effect she needed; Sylver listening.
"And if you manage to get me enough stones to overthrow every government in the world then I will grant you a wish, I promise!"
Damn. She had had Sylver's curiosity before, but now she had her undying attention.
"But only after the first count has fallen to us! You understand? And then I'll even go on a serious date with you if that should be your wish, I swear to my life!"
The last sentence she said with her pinkie extended. Wow. She actually meant it...
Sylver extended her hand, hooked her pinkie into Goldie's, and then she turned away. Towards the vault.
A tear rolled down her cheek. 'Thanks mom, as if dying hadn't been enough...', Sylver cried in her head.
She let it roll. No need to hide anything from Goldie.
"That's more like it, you're in now!", she smiled.
And Sylver was. Game on.