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The wind rushes through the few hair she had left, the gasoline inside the engine now emptied, she needs to row,
row,
row,
row...
The water projected out of the boat, sent by the oars, crashes against her back, her arms, her neck (…)It stings, it burns, the salt comes into contact with her bare skin and quickly infiltrates between it wounds.
It hurts but she continues to row,
row,
row,
row...
She's tired but refuses to stop. Not now that she just found a new meaning in her existence. A real reason to fight, not just four walls and a depot filled with resources.
He is sleeping, unconscious. His black hair falling on his face, no sound in his direction. Often, she stops rowing to check on him, making sure he's still breathing, her throat loosening as relief returns at the sight of a sigh.
She could do anything for him. She never realized it before, even after everything they had been though together.
Her arms slow down a bit as she observes the features on his face. So many scars..So young... She wonders if the ones on his cheeks will ever disappear. She fears that he'll remember everything just by looking in a mirror. Had he even ever seen himself in front of a mirror? Was it even a time where he didn’t have those scars. She doesn't know.
His feminine features made her uncomfortable. Uncomfortable for him. oh it must hurt to live in a body that doesn’t even feel like your own… She wanted his happiness so much. Every bit of it. Yet the more he would grow, the more his features would grow with him, and she could already see the horror on his face at the arrival of his first period. To the increase of his torso. At the widening of his hips.
She doesn't want any of that.
No. She would find him a doctor. A surgeon.
Medications.
Everything to make him happy.
She had no doubt they were going to find all that.
Maybe the Fireflies could even help them.
She wanted him to feel good in his own body.
He will.
making him happy was her mission.
(…)She had never thought of the idea of having kids before. And she never thought about having siblings either. She was too busy fighting for the people she thought was hers. But at the same time in the current world they lived in, becoming a mother was the worst thing that could happen.
But this was different.
They had found each other. He changed her.
And although the boy's age, she felt like a mother.
Protecting him. Ready to be devoured alive for him.
Did he also feel that connection? She hoped so. But if he didn't she would never force him to feel the same.
A wave crashed against the fragile hull of the boat, and she broke out of her overwhelming thoughts. She accelerated her arms movements.
The ocean was still stretching as far as the eye could see.
But she had to keep going.
For him.