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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Everlasting Love
Character: Kristi Miller, Marielle Sinclair
Word Count: 584
Prompt: floor couch cushions
Rating: PG13
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Inwardly, Kristy felt churned up, though she did her job as the doctor for everyone around without complaining. People needed her, and she owed them a lot. Without them, she would probably have long lost her mind. The horror was too much. The loss of all that had been her life was too much. But she gritted her teeth and just moved on.
Until two days ago, a wonder happened. Marielle, her fiance, the love of her life, turned up at this cursed place out of the blue. Together with about twenty other people on the Greyhound bus.
Kristy had felt shocked at first; then she pulled Mari in her arms and kissed her, laughing and crying at the same time. She had already given up hope that she would ever meet her again. Caught into a nightmare for about six months, unable to leave this strange town, like so many others who stranded her before her, or later. She had refused to think too much about Marielle. Because it did hurt too much.
But now, she was here. Still confused, not ready to believe what happened to her. It would take some time, Kristy knew this, maybe days, or weeks, even months. She wasn't surprised that Mari was not overly happy to meet her here again. That she blamed her for leaving her alone without even a word, for betraying their love. Kristy tried to explain; Mari was not willing to listen. Not yet.
Kristy looked around in the small, old-fashioned furnished room — a place that offered some safety at night but was not a home. No wonder that Mari refused to move in here. She was so down-to-earth on the outside, but she had loved it to make their little apartment cozy and comfortable.
A faint smile rose on Kristy's face when an idea crossed her mind.
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„What did you do?“ Frowning, Marielle stared at the cushions on the floor and the candles on the window sill. A bunch of meadow flowers in an old mug on the table.
Suddenly, Kristy felt uneasy. „It looked like a good idea to make this room a bit more individual,“ she murmured. „But I'm afraid it more turns out as a weak attempt to say sorry.“
„Sorry for what? For making me happy? I still remember our first apartment; we didn't have much money, but we knew to make the best out of it. Floor couch cushions. Scented candles. And flowers we picked at the park. It was the best time ever.“
She stepped forward, pulling Kristy in her arms, kissing her passionately like she had done it back then when they were still young and carefree. „I love you,“ she whispered. „Our daily life almost made me forget that; we were both so busy with our jobs that there was not much time for us anymore. And then you vanished. I felt hurt and angry. And maybe a tiny bit relieved, too.“
She paused, looking for words. „Maybe, we both here, at this horrible place, not knowing what's going on and what will happen tomorrow... maybe it has a reason. Perhaps we need all this to remember what's really important.“
Tears started to flow when Marielle pulled her onto the old but soft cushions. „Let's forget everything around us for tonight; the creatures out there, the other people in the house. We won't have to think about the past and the future. It's just you and me and our love.“
Character: Kristi Miller, Marielle Sinclair
Word Count: 584
Prompt: floor couch cushions
Rating: PG13
:::
Inwardly, Kristy felt churned up, though she did her job as the doctor for everyone around without complaining. People needed her, and she owed them a lot. Without them, she would probably have long lost her mind. The horror was too much. The loss of all that had been her life was too much. But she gritted her teeth and just moved on.
Until two days ago, a wonder happened. Marielle, her fiance, the love of her life, turned up at this cursed place out of the blue. Together with about twenty other people on the Greyhound bus.
Kristy had felt shocked at first; then she pulled Mari in her arms and kissed her, laughing and crying at the same time. She had already given up hope that she would ever meet her again. Caught into a nightmare for about six months, unable to leave this strange town, like so many others who stranded her before her, or later. She had refused to think too much about Marielle. Because it did hurt too much.
But now, she was here. Still confused, not ready to believe what happened to her. It would take some time, Kristy knew this, maybe days, or weeks, even months. She wasn't surprised that Mari was not overly happy to meet her here again. That she blamed her for leaving her alone without even a word, for betraying their love. Kristy tried to explain; Mari was not willing to listen. Not yet.
Kristy looked around in the small, old-fashioned furnished room — a place that offered some safety at night but was not a home. No wonder that Mari refused to move in here. She was so down-to-earth on the outside, but she had loved it to make their little apartment cozy and comfortable.
A faint smile rose on Kristy's face when an idea crossed her mind.
:::
„What did you do?“ Frowning, Marielle stared at the cushions on the floor and the candles on the window sill. A bunch of meadow flowers in an old mug on the table.
Suddenly, Kristy felt uneasy. „It looked like a good idea to make this room a bit more individual,“ she murmured. „But I'm afraid it more turns out as a weak attempt to say sorry.“
„Sorry for what? For making me happy? I still remember our first apartment; we didn't have much money, but we knew to make the best out of it. Floor couch cushions. Scented candles. And flowers we picked at the park. It was the best time ever.“
She stepped forward, pulling Kristy in her arms, kissing her passionately like she had done it back then when they were still young and carefree. „I love you,“ she whispered. „Our daily life almost made me forget that; we were both so busy with our jobs that there was not much time for us anymore. And then you vanished. I felt hurt and angry. And maybe a tiny bit relieved, too.“
She paused, looking for words. „Maybe, we both here, at this horrible place, not knowing what's going on and what will happen tomorrow... maybe it has a reason. Perhaps we need all this to remember what's really important.“
Tears started to flow when Marielle pulled her onto the old but soft cushions. „Let's forget everything around us for tonight; the creatures out there, the other people in the house. We won't have to think about the past and the future. It's just you and me and our love.“