"We'll be together forever and ever!"
"And we'll always have each others backs'!"
"We'll never leave each other behind!"
"We'll never be alone again!"
Some say that you never really forget those that are most important to you. Their memories are just tucked away somewhere in the back of our minds in a special spot just for them. Whenever the mind feels the need, it'll pull them up, and all the feelings that come with those memories will resurface as if the event just took place. All other thoughts come as secondary to these precious moments, and for Melony and Loly, they couldn't have picked a more suitable spot in their shared lives. For it was there on that day in the rain, under the oak tree near the river, that their lives intertwined themselves so very tightly.
Memories are kept chronologically, each one happening at a particular time unique to itself. Without this function, our brains could very easily distort fact to fiction, making us all seem like simple minded creatures. It is true, this process doesn't always work as it is programmed, and old age in cooperation with many other factors could cause it to malfunction. This was not so for Melony, as every moment she spent with her partner from the day she first saw her to the last second of the bomb were all kept in perfect organization. Yes, she could recollect them checking all their equipment hours earlier just as easily as she recounted how many times they jumped rope as children. Melony deeply felt that part of the reason their friendship lasted so long was because of her outstanding records, and their orderly fashion.
The overall importance of a particular memory can often times overrule when it happened. Trauma, pain, and times of great need tend to stick so tenaciously for their extreme requirements of the human body and mind. With so many psychological factors in the mix, there's no way to tell how one may react to these instances and the recurrence of the thoughts that came with them. Loly was no stranger to these occurrences, in fact she grew into them so much, that such times became a way of life. A journey, one might say, that taught her a terribly harsh, but very real lesson about the price of such an endeavor. Solitude and infamousy ran hand in hand with her as she spiraled further down the dark path of unlawfulness, undeserving opulence, and deplorable means. She would have never guessed that her dearest sister in spirit, Melony, would throw away her future to hold her hand in the place of solitude.
Running alone will take forever, while running together is a more feasible endeavor.
They soared high over time and formalities, as 8 years was all they needed to reach a point that many in their line of work could only dream of. The world, in all it's vast pastures and bustling cities, was well aware of their presence. In only three quarters of a decade, the mere mention of their names would blossom an uproar in the crowds. There were shades of disgust, astonishment, and wonder that would pass through them as the seasons do to flowers. The population had never been so drawn to their televisions over two women, the Last Petals as they were called. However, citizens and criminals alike were befuddled, as after the last attack led to many black only events, they simply vanished.
In the underground world, it was a buzz with conspiracy and gossip. Supposed tips flew around like a virus, but only ones that were hushed could be taken seriously. The word around was that the women had taken refuge at one of the various clubs, and were planning how to recover from the incident. Some said that the last job was actually a failure, and that they had made a crucial mistake somewhere. To this day, no one really knows who's fault it was that everything went to hell, except for Melony.