awkwardskeleton
June leaned against the adobe walls solemnly, eying her contact with distrust.
"I don't know if I believe you, Devona."
The young woman pushed a long strand of black hair behind her ear, her large hazelnut eyes unblinking. A seemingly nervous gesture, but her dark mouth was sly and effortlessly tugged at the corners.
"Believe me or not, you still have a target on your forehead."
"You look lovely when you're making pancakes."
Her face began to turn red. "Don't even."
He grinned and buried his face in her shoulder. "Although..."
"If you say anything else I will seriously shove this spatula down your throat."
He paused and grinned, quickly yelling, "YOU ACTUALLY LOOK LOVELY ALL THE TIME!" before he took off running down the hall, narrowly avoiding her flying kitchen utensils.
"I cannot live just to grow old. Don't ask that of me. I'm sorry this life is too fast for you, I'm sorry it's too hard; but it's what I've chosen and if you had a shred of love for me in those bones you would let me go. I'm doing you the same favor."
He looked at it.
That dress perched on the end of the bed.
He traced a fingertip over the end of the sleeve. It was silk, and it was the last thing he'd felt on his skin before she'd kissed him good bye and left, still smelling of Chanel and gunpowder.
It was a horrible way to go, and the little skeleton knew it.
It traced a planet, a constellation, a universe in the ashes of what used to be the sofa. The little skeleton didn't remember much else but the sofa had been green.
She lounged back in her chair, feeling the same clumsy glances grazing across her back when people thought she wouldn't notice. It was hilarious to her; she was the office joke and they didn't even know she had their lives in her pocket.
"SHIT. THIS IS FAST, THIS IS REALLY FAST."
She ignored her loud passenger, eyes focused directly on the raising bridge in front of her.
"We're making this."
They had to. They had to.
"WAIT -"
"Why is this such a difficult decision for you? It shouldn't be."
She stared on as he threw her clothing into her own suitcase. Packing for her.
"It's not a decision, and it never was."
"But I love you."
"Tough."
She casually slid the gun across the table towards his empty hand.
"Well? What are you thinking?"
He stared at the black metal thoughtfully.
"I think you lied. I think this is just a broken promise."