It was a quiet morning. The two parties were awake for several hours, yet to him it felt like several weeks. To her the time between them felt equally bleak, whether it be minutes, months or years. No one slept the night before. The silence was deafening, and the tension was thick in the air.
"…Are you okay?"
His thought was dry and aching causing his voice to be harsh and raspy. His concerns felt useless, he already knew the answer.
He looked over and saw her frail frame cringe and head nod slightly. She was shivering as her blonde tresses gave way, exposing her pale shoulder that had bite marks bruising with red and purple blemishes. Her exposed shoulder blade had scabbed and bruised claws marks and dried blood stains. The marks became worse as they were leading further and further down her bare back.
"Bubbles…"
He had to look away. He knew she was holding it in for his sake. He stared at his lap instead. It was at least easier to look at. He licked his dry chapped lips and tasted the blood that seeped from a cut on his lip. His hands were unpleasantly damp and sticky from sweat. There were in his lap, fidgeting around with the stained sheet that concealed his nude lower body.
"I'm—"his voice cracked, "I'm so fucking sorry."
Unable to bear her shame, he got out of bed, put on his clothes, looked back her, and left.
Once the sound of the door shutting and the sound of his el Comino revving up presented themselves she knew he really was gone. Bubbles felt whimpers escape from her mouth and sobs rack her entire body. Her skin felt cold, exposed, and vulnerable. It was like something was crawling underneath it, wiggling and gnawing at her like a worm devouring her from within. While the outside of her skin felt raw and exposed, like there was nothing there to protect it. She pulled the blankets over her, trying to comfort herself, but she couldn't escape the unease. She held herself, hoping it'd stop but it didn't work. Nothing was working.
Bubbles couldn't stop herself as she squeezed her eyes shut. She was alone with nothing to distract her from this harrowing silence. She had never felt so weak till now.