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Deena slowly woke up, her head pounding a little. The small clock on Deena’s bedside-table read 2:36AM. It’s dark in Deena’s room, the only light source being the window above her small bed. She shifts a little, her arm around Sam’s waist, hugging her from behind.
“Sammy?” Deena faintly whispers to check if the blond beside her is awake and puts a hand on her shoulder, trying to look at her face in the faint light. Sam hums and turns around to face Deena. Deena now analyzes her face— In the faint light, she feels enchanted by the sight of Sam’s blue eyes. These mesmerizing, two sapphire-like orbs who display her emotions perfectly. And then there's her hair — her dirty-blonde bangs cover a little of her face. Her hair is like the color of sunshine and sunlight — radiating with a natural glow.
“Can’t sleep.” Sam sighs. One of her hands rests on the side of Deena’s face, her fair-skinned fingers entwined with Deena’s defined curls, their color like the freshest cocoa seeds. Her eyes always have this specific glow when she looks at her beloved Samantha Fraser — they look like the night sky, with every little star being full of love for Sam.
“Why?” The brunette softly asks. Sam plays with a strand of Deena’s hair. As they lay there, inches apart, everything else doesn’t matter. It seems like time stays still and the universe holds its breath — the only thing that matters is the two together.
Sam doesn’t really answer. Instead, she asks Deena a different question — “Do you think about
them?
” The faint moonlight caresses her face. Her sapphire eyes glimmer with pain. Deena sighs. The loss of their two friends, Kate Schmidt and Simon Kalivoda, has left a hole in their hearts. Almost like a void that eats everything around it, like a black hole in the universe, slowly destroying everything.
But when they mourn together, the two find comfort in each other, knowing that they are not alone in their pain. “All the time.” Deena decided to just tell the truth. Ever since that day, it crosses her mind every second of the day.
“I’m sorry.” Sam slowly caresses the scar on Deena’s stomach. It almost fully healed. Her blue eyes now filled with tears who roll down her cheek every now and then. Samantha usually is a fierce and brave girl — yet she is vulnerable on the inside.
“Sammy, it’s okay.” Deena reassured her as she caressed her cheek with her thumb. “I see it as a symbol for our strength. And besides, I look pretty badass now. Right?” Deena jokes, and Sam can’t help but smile, the tears still in her ocean-like eyes. Their love — something that no one and nothing, not even a 300-year-old generation of Goodes, can destroy. A safe haven where they can be vulnerable — together. And that is what makes it so special.
“If you say so.” Sam’s lips form a soft smile — that amazing, mesmerizing, loving, caring ….. the smile of the Samantha Fraser. Her smile could only be described as a big flower field, with golden sunshine kissing the colorful flowers, and the butterflies fluttering. Truly mesmerizing, truly amazing, truly pretty.. truly like Samantha Fraser.
“Sammy,” Deena sits up, the blanket pools in her lap. “Uh, I know it sounds pretty weird, but.. Do you want to.. drink coffee with me?” Her gaze met Samantha, almost like their souls intertwining. “You know, I am more of a tea type-of-girl.” Samantha proudly exclaimed.
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The two of them sit, leaning against the wood headboard of Deena’s bed, with Deena’s cup tightly in her hands. In the cup, black coffee without sugar, just the thing that calms Deena’s usually tight spirit. Samantha likes something sweet — a classic tea with exactly 3 spoons of sugar preferably. The two souls sit there, sipping their coffee and tea, looking out of the open window into the dark night sky, the stars and moon giving them light.
Deena’s fingers dance gently along the edge of her cup, and Samantha watches her, her lips curved into a smile. The both of them don’t say it, but they love these quiet moments. Moments where they can just be Samantha and Deena, together, and forever.
“Sometimes,” Deena murmurs. “Sometimes I feel like the stars are watching us. Like, they witnessed everything we’ve been through.” Her voice is gentle.
“Maybe. Maybe they are some kind of fans, following us every night and rooting for us.” Samantha giggles, her eyes locked with Deena’s as she took a sip of her tea-milk-mix.
“Like.. Groupies?” Deena laughs a little while Sam rolled her eyes.
“Do you think we'll ever find peace?" Deena asks, her eyes locked onto Samantha's. “Maybe we’ll find peace in each other, even when the world is crazy around us.” Sam let out a little angelic laugh. Deena’s cup is still in her left hand, her right hand meets Sam’s other hand, and they intertwine in such a delicate way — Love.
The both of them feel grief every day. But for the two girls.. They heal together. And not a single soul in the world could change that. While their eyes are still on the stars, they continue to talk, to dream and to love together. Their coffee and tea eventually remain cold, but their hearts remain warm together. Deena and Sam, almost synchronized, turn their heads to each other. There is a gap between them, but it still feels like their souls are wrapped around each other. Samantha carasses Deena’s slightly bigger hand with her thumb. As the two of them smile, they are bound together by something far more potent than any demon or whatever that dared to hunt them. That something — Love.
The two share a kiss. Their hearts intertwine, and synchronize together. The kiss feels like the sun meeting the moon — The day and the night enterwine as their hearts ignite. Deena still has the bitter taste of black coffee on her lips — but it somehow feels poetic. It just feels like them.