Soft Kills

"Why don't you care about your life?! You could've fucking died!" Skylar argued, on the verge of fuming.
"Why would I care about my life?" Maelle answers, attempting to walk away from the conversation.
His arm grabs hers as they stay intact, different feelings going through different mindsets.

Skylars gaze softens, attempting to have a conversation instead of an argument. "Why do you not?" He questions in a hushed tone. "Why would you not?"
"Because you never did." Maelle answers, standing her ground. "So, I never did."

"I did!" He snaps back, stunned. He takes a breath before talking. "Fine," he says after a sharp sigh. "Don't care about your life, or me. Just remember, Elli." He chuckles to himself, ashamed that these next words have to leave his tongue. "Just remember that you loved me enough to trust me in our generation." And with that, it didn't take him long to turn around and leave.

Maelle Blanc-
Fierce. Independent. One who will push herself to do the best that she can. The girl who will continue on, even with bloodshot eyes.

Skylar Klein-
Commandeer. Essential. The key out of this whole group, rewarded with good, but feeling like it's not well deserved. He's always the one to go to, no matter how much of an afflicted heart he has.

Coincidences happen, joining the same team. Having two twisted hearts tied together.
Will these two hearts untie, or will they stay twisted?
The story continues on.

{07/10/23}