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The world was bound to end one day or another. Whether it's the sun exploding or a wrong step off into the street life as we all knew it was utterly and hopelessly doomed. That's why Clear liked the night so much. It was comfort and preparation for what was bound to happen at the end.
To add on, she never was negative. Sure she kept to herself nearly every chance she got, but that's simply how it was for her. No bitching or whining could change it.
So as Clear and the other girl laid together on the grassy hill, hand in hand, they stared up at the night looking sky with little to no care about their retinas. They'll grow old and their eyes will get ruined one day. Why bother when it comes to the inevitable? This small fragment of their contentment will last longer than what joy could ever bring them. Clear was sure of that.
“Did you know it would take about eight minutes for light from the sun to stop reaching us? Well, if it disappeared suddenly.” Terry turned her head to Clear, letting her perfectly frizzy curls lay beneath her without a bother to make them less out of the way. It always amazed Clear just how gorgeous they looked.
Clear turns herself as well to face Terry. “No I didn't. How do you see this as relevant now?” She flashed an amused toothy grin at Terry's annoyance and sharp grimace.
“Oh shush. It's relevant with how long an eclipse lasts. You know how long it lasts?”
Knowing the blonde it's probably going to be some sort of trick question to get back at her. Clear wasn't going to fall for it this time. “A minute or so?”
“Wrong. It's about seven and a half minutes.” Damn it. She was wrong about two things at once. Common for Clear, but it pisses her off all the same.
“So you're saying it's like our own personal sun explosion?”
“Kind of.”
Clear lets out a simple single-toned hum. “Well it doesn't make sense since it's all dark right now.”
Terry hesitates in response before letting out a scoff. “That's why I said kind of. It's like a reverse apocalypse, you know?”
“No, I really don't know.”
She's only met with an annoyed groan from Terry and the sound of her complaining. “Jesus Clear. You really get on my nerves sometimes. You really get on my fucking nerves.” Terry sits up so she's looking down at the Clear now, who can see just the slightest hint of her shadow returning once more as pairs of blue eyes meet.
She smirks, sitting up as well, smudging green pigment across the back of her knees. “I don't exactly aim to please, darling.”
Terry can't help but feel the slightest bit flustered at the pet name. She always was a sucker for them, and Clear knew just how to use them against her. “Yeah, sure. More like you aim to tease.” She flops back onto the grass which makes Clear wonder what was the point of moving to even begin with. She reaches down and behind Terry's back before pulling her closer by the waist. Chest to chest she hoped, but more-so side to side.
Terry doesn't protest or squirm. Not yet until she would shift onto the Clear’s lap or between her legs like some sort of cheesy romance (despite the fact their whole relationship feels like said genre). Instead she reaches to take a lock of dyed brown hair to split into three and twist around each other.
“You always talk about wishing it was night forever. Is this your version of an ideal life?” Terry mutters while still working on the braid.
Clear lets out a short chuckle that seems more like a huff of air. “Maybe. You, me, and forever darkness. Sounds sweet to me, baby.”
“Sounds goth.” Terry giggles. “Are you going to dye your hair black and start blasting The Cure now?”
Clear shrugs. “I've always preferred Poe over Shakespeare. Plus I do have one of their songs in my personal mix.”
Terry giggles once again and slides closer. Now finally chest to chest. “You know the trip is soon, hm?”
“It’s all you ever talk about,” Clear responds. Well it’s true honestly.
Terry lightly hits Clear’s shoulder, which is really more like some sort of love tap. “Well Paris isn’t exactly the mall, is it?”
Clear laughs. “Yeah, yeah. You’re right. Just… I don’t know. Nervous I guess.”
“What for?”
“Planes freak me out. Can’t explain it. Like you and roads.”
Terry makes an exaggerated shiver movement. “Arg, don’t mention that, Clear. Don’t be all negative about this. It’ll be fine. Plus, we’re gonna be living. Not just surviving.” She smiles. “That’s what I always say.”
Clear smiles back down at her before looking back up at the covered sun. It’s quiet for a beat as Clear lets out a deep exhale before speaking up once more. “Well, now I'm starting to think I'd rather have it be an eclipse forever.”
“What makes you say that?”
Clear shrugs and allows for the arm holding Terry up to fall down, as the other girl already is holding herself up she stays, and Clear sighs. “Well, it's not that depressing as some sort of forever darkness. It's like, hope light will return or something. You and I could sit here forever, looking up…” she trails off.
And Terry gladly interrupts to finish her sentence. “Burning our eyes…” her voice wanes into silence, inviting for more conversation.
“Yeah, burning our eyes. But it doesn’t matter if we are together in the end.” Clear hums with a drum of her fingers around the ground.
“Totally goth.”
“You love me all mysterious, baby.”
The two were silent after that except for their soft breaths and movements against the ground to shift their bodies back to laying down. But once finally comfortable they simply watch the sky in its temporary darkness, and watch as how light returned to Earth once more.