"Look," she says, pointing. Flowers are a rarity at the base. It's always cold, too cold for most to grow. Yet, there it is, doggedly sprouting its way up from the topsoil, its petals reaching for the sky.
"...It's beautiful," Silver says behind her. She turns and smiles at him. She always smiles at him. He might never know (because their masks might never come off), but she always does. She likes to think he smiles back. She likes to think he hasn't forgotten how.
Blue reaches out and plucks the flower.
"--! Why'd you--?"
"Shh," Blue says, pressing the flower into his hands. "It's too cold for flowers here. It was going to die whether we picked it or not. But this way..."
She reaches out and touches the cheek of his mask. His eyes, liquid like mercury, reflect her own, listening. "This way, it's ours. Just for us."
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"Look," she says, pointing. Flowers are a rarity at the base. It's always cold, too cold for most to grow. Yet, there it is, doggedly sprouting its way up from the topsoil, its petals reaching for the sky.
"...It's beautiful," Silver says behind her. She turns and smiles at him. She always smiles at him. He might never know (because their masks might never come off), but she always does. She likes to think he smiles back. She likes to think he hasn't forgotten how.
Blue reaches out and plucks the flower.
"--! Why'd you--?"
"Shh," Blue says, pressing the flower into his hands. "It's too cold for flowers here. It was going to die whether we picked it or not. But this way..."
She reaches out and touches the cheek of his mask. His eyes, liquid like mercury, reflect her own, listening. "This way, it's ours. Just for us."