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The place is empty. There are only the two of them. Yves and Vivi, Vivi and Yves.
They take a pair of rollerblades, they wear them and they tie the laces around their ankles. They look at each other, they’re together in a room where there’s a play of lights and shadows, they smile at each other. They’re both ready to skate.
It’s like being in a beautiful, perfect, magical dream. They’re getting far from religion, from God, from rules. They can go against everything, against fate, against everyone. This is how it should be.
They hold hands, they skid on the floor and they laugh. They stop, they’re still and silent where the obscurity is denser, blacker, deeper, and they freeze.
Yves kisses Vivi. She cups her face, she slides her own finger on her lips and she pulls her towards herself, making their mouths crash against each other.
Vivi hugs Yves. She surrounds her waist, she hides her own face into the crook of her neck and she pulls her towards herself, making their bodies crash against each other.
They’re free, they’re together, they’re happy. They’re who they are, Yves and Vivi, they’re what they are. For love, for Yves and for Vivi, for them.