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The clock hits six.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
Scylla stops swaying.
Ding. Ding.
Noticing her girlfriend’s odd look, Raelle asks her what's wrong.
Ding.
Scylla quickly tries to reassure the other girl but the blond asks again, not entirely convinced.
She lets out a breath.
She is good, Scylla assures, more strongly this time. And, oddly enough, she is. As a last reassurance, she gestures for them to go back to dancing.
Raelle nods and then they are swaying again.
Against Raelle’s ear, Scylla whispers words she is convinced will be her last.
Time is up but as she closes her eyes, swaying softly with Raelle nested against her, she is at peace. In a way she hasn’t in a very long time, Scylla feels free.
Is this what it's like to have something to live for?