Maybe we're victims of fate
Remember when we'd celebrate
And we'd drink and get high until late
But now we're all alone
Wedding bells ain't gonna chime
With both of us guilty of crime
And both of us sentenced to time
And now we're all alone.
"It's complicated," Sara tries to explain to her fair-haired companion.
"Things have always been complicated when it came to you," Sofia couldn't help but points out.
She brushed a strand of hair from Sara's shoulder, only to have Sara move her shoulders in a shrugging motion so the hair fell back in place. "Is it so painful for you to let me touch your hair makes you shy away?"
"It's not like that all," Sara argued.
Sofia sighed and shifted slightly so that she was covered with the blankets more and rolled over and closed her eyes.
"Sofia?"
"You can do whatever you like Sara, nothing I say or do seem to matter."
Sara stared at Sofia's back. "That's not true."
Sofia looked at Sara from behind her shoulder. "You have a funny way of showing it."
Sara's answer was hidden in the silence.