A/N: Just a little drabble about these two because I enjoy them! 😀 The art at the end's not really related to this story but hope you like it anyway lol
Bell.
An actual name of her own. It was strange and so wonderful at the same time. Bell, finally, existed truly as her own entity, away from Lyss, away from everything else. She was finally herself.
It was suggested by Rex - poor sweet Rex who had been through so much. She was sitting alongside him. His form was hunched over, hair clumping over his eyes. He looked terrible; better than he had when he'd first arrived, but still far from great. Those eyebags had seen better days.
He sunk further into the bed but never slept, only messing up his hair. His growing skin was chalky, pale, his eyes glazed over.
Bell stared at her own hands. She wasn't sure what to ask. Are you okay? How are you feeling? Well, that was all obvious. But she couldn't leave Rex in the dark.
"Do you need anything?" Was the question she finally decided on.
Rex glanced up at her, breathing out, slowly.
"I'm good," he got out.
He kept staring straight at the floor, sinking further into his slump.
"Are you sure?" She signed. "I don't mind."
"I'm all good, really," he insisted, not that persuasively, though.
Bell tilted her head. She reached out, putting her hand on his.
"I guess I can't fool you," Rex sighed. "Oi… I mean… you know. I'm no better."
His voice cracked. Thick with tears, weary with pain. Pain that all blanks shared.
"I'm here for you," Bell signed.
Rex smiled, for the first time. "Thanks, Bell."
He leaned back once again. Suddenly, he began to shake, his arms tensing up. Bell gasped, reaching out in surprise.
"So… sorry," Rex got out, his voice pained. "Oi… I just… I…"
He was sobbing, aching, dry sobs. He looked up, his eyes watering.
"It hurts so much…" he crumpled over. "I… it hurts so damn much."
Bell's grip grew tighter on his hand. She tilted her head, placing it against Rex's own. She couldn't smile at him, but this was the next best thing.
Rex leaned against her. He swallowed, wiping his eyes.
"Thanks," he mumbled, almost a whisper. A small smile returned to his face.
They'd both suffered so much. Despite that, his smile was genuine, his sadness was real, as was hers. So she'd done something right, at least. Maybe she didn't need words after all. Maybe that was fine.
They'd given each other so much. Rex had given Bell her name, and she had given him her love. No matter how many tears he shed, she'd be right by his side.
The world was cruel and horrible; blanks had to stick together. But maybe, just maybe not everything was horrible. Moments like this, although fleeting, were worth living for, worth fighting for.
Bell rested her head on Rex's shoulder, and they just sat there for a while, just sitting, just existing in that brief period of time.
Whatever the case, Rex had Bell, and Bell had Rex, and that was enough.