Listen to 'I Can't Make You Love Me' by Dave Thomas Junior for dramatic effect.
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Echoes of footsteps and their heaving breaths are the only sounds they hear on a cold night. Chants of "we'll survive" occupies their heads and the only sole thought that keeps them sane till God knows when. It's their one hundredth day. And hopefully not their last.
"This way?" The brunette asks the black-haired woman behind her. The brunette, short and gaunt with her feline beauty that never failed to show halted for the black-haired woman to lead the way. The latter, tall and slim is worse looking than the other woman; with dark bags underneath her eyes and disheveled hair and clothes as if she was just assaulted. If everything was just back to normal they would be called out as beggars but at this moment, nobody cares of how they look like. Not as if anyone would see them.
Pit-a-pats of rain drizzled their exhausted bodies whilst they make their way out of the grocery store. Muffles of expletives escaped from both women and sheltered their way to their so-called-home.
As they strip naked, the sudden urge of wanting to feel the warmth of each other caused the tall woman to embrace the brunette, only to be pushed away and left alone with her unrelenting feelings. Lisa sighs in defeat and ruffles her hair. She hugs herself and cries.
How many more nights till she joins the missing people again? How many more survival obstacles do they have to face? Shall one must die before everything comes back to the way it was? Lisa has multitude questions. And questions without answers is what they have, and what they will always do.
The door shuts open, the feline beauty exposed in her newly washed body, cascading wet hair and her fresh scent. Lisa wanted to drown in her scent. Drown in her dark eyes and drown in her embrace. She wants to die in the arms of Jennie.
But after all, Jennie never wanted it that way.
"Your turn," she says and leaves her yet again with her preoccupied mind and tenacious thoughts. She dips herself in the bathtub, the hot water making her whimper of the initial shock, before slipping herself fully into the tub. Small gestures like these makes her heart thump at an irregular pace and maybe, just maybe, her delusions might be right all along.
"She cares too," Lisa whispers to herself as she closes her tired eyes. "She cares–she cares for me." Her chants was her relaxation. Not the bubble bath, not the warmth. It was her prayer. Her mantra. That Jennie cares. That Jennie will never leave her alone. Because of course, that's the closest thing she gets of Jennie's love for her.
They eat dinner like the usual, no exchange of words but just glances as their means of communication. They don't have to talk anyways, they've been inseparable since day one, never leaving their sight away from each other and just working together. Finding answers. Finding an escape.
"Sleep, I'll watch tonight." The brunette claims as she gears herself up to whatever invasion might come to them. The latter nods her head, too exhausted to banter over their roles for the night. She takes one glance at the brunette.
Jennie turns around and regret her action–their nose pressing each other at an intimate position, just two inches before they feel each other's lips caressing. Hitched breaths and an irregular beat of their hearts battled Jennie to just surrender to her. But it was no use. They will die. She knows. It'll be over soon before they know it. So she steps aside, bid her 'goodnight', and turn her aching neck from the pained look her companion displays.
The next day, they search for more food and materials that are essential for their survival. Exchange of opinions and a few questions of 'are you okay?' and an answer of 'I'm fine' made the atmosphere a little less awkward, but still suffocating.
