She wouldn't let them see her cry. Not a tear, not a twitch. Nothing.
But she would let them see her anger.
Both lovers knew there would be consequences. Dire ones. But neither cared. They lived in their own universe when they were together.
Curled together on the bed, Gaz felt at peace. She only felt at peace with Zim. Her video games gave her distraction, but Zim took it a step further.
She felt the smooth, segmented tongue on her neck and sighed. Gaz still remembered the path that lead to this. Pain, suffering, and friendship all were painted vibrantly across it.
"Mastah. Mastah. Mastah. Mastah. Mastah. Mastah. Mastah. Mastah. Ma…"
"What is it, Gir!"
"Da big head boy is playin' with the shiny stuff you tol' me not to touch! Can I go play wit him? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzz!"
Zim sprang out of the bed and threw his uniform on. Anger written over his features. Gaz followed suit and took the secret escape tube out of the base.
Dib didn't come home that night. That was normal. Not being there in the morning was not.
Furthermore, it was defiantly not normal for him to be the subject of everyone's conversation without even one comment about his head. It became really weird when her father's assistant took her to her father's lab were Professor Membrane was patting Dib on the back.
Nothing made sense until she looked behind them. There was Zim, unmasked for them world to see and most importantly, dead.
Rage and pain filled her. The world filled with fire and suffering. Gaz could keep her feelings hidden most of the time so she used this skill.
She would not let them see her cry. Not a tear, not a twitch. Nothing.
But she would let them see her anger.