LOCATION: middle of the woods, dawn break
STATUS: closed @mvxsinc
maybe some things in life were inevitable. maybe, in every iteration of every universe, some things would always be the same. there was always a max, and always a reyna. and they were always best friends, until they weren’t. different reasons, for different places and different times, but with a constant drumbeat of heartbreak that bound them together.
perhaps this moment was fated too. two girls, lost in the woods. two girls, one with whiskey kissed lips and a lover’s lingering touch, the other choked by a seed she had never intended to plant. what if a knife isn’t a weapon, but the tool that loosens the self-imposed noose around your neck? and what if the girl who wields it isn’t your enemy, but the one who understands you best?
she knew. reyna stared into max’s eyes, first flecks of sunlight reflecting back from them - and she knew. memories, an unyielding beast now tamed. “go on.” her voice, snatching all the chill in the air. “have at it. scream at me.” soothe me. “slap me.” caress me. “hate me.”