#wsara

Her eyes rest on the cup in front of her, her left brow quirked up. There is doubt to be read in every corner of her face, and Jack sees it – understands it. This girl is going to be just like the other ones. It still won’t keep him from trying another time.

“So basically, what you’re trying to tell me is, the government is corrupt, and there is a tiny baby human inside of me?” she says, slowly. Her eyes wander from the cup and up to his face, tilting her head slightly to the side.

He sighs, and then nods. Buries his hand deeper into the fur of his orange cat. When she keeps quiet he opens his mouth, and says “Yes”.

“Excuse me for breaking this to you, but I do hope you’re aware that only animals give birth to things?” she continues. Jacks nods another time. Silence follows.

“Yes, that is the basic understanding of this. But where do you think young humans come from, what do you think is inside you? I don’t know, I would just like to try, I would like to lo—“

He is interrupted by the sound of someone putting down their cup too roughly. There is tea everywhere – on her hands, the table, and her dress.

“I’m sorry but I will not allow you to use my body for your experiments. Thank you for the chat, it was definitely interesting – and now I know for sure that people are right. You are completely crazy, and I sincerely hope you’ll get help one day. Now I need to leave, I’m already late for my date”

The first thing Liz feels in the morning is safe. A pair of warm hands holding around her, pulling her just a bit closer as she budges, just a bit. Her lips forms into a small smile, and she turns around – spends a moment studying her girl’s face. Eyelids closed, but you can see her pupils barely moving underneath. She must be dreaming, and Liz allows herself a few moments to think it’s about her – them. Walking on the beach, laughing, holding hands, on their next scheduled vacation to the sea next summer.

Liz smiles, then, moving her eyes to study the curve of her lips, the small crook on her nose, and then she buries her head into Veronique’s neck and feels incredibly grateful for it being a Saturday.

***

Jack wakes up of cold paws clawing at his hair, and a loud moan escapes his lips before he opens his eyes. The sound of a meow, quickly followed by 4 more in different voices, makes it obvious that there is no chance for any more sleep. So instead he wraps his hands around the grey cat (it’s Fez, it’s always Fez), and pulls him into a hug. Breathes in the sweet smell of cat – one of his only pleasures in life. Then he remembers that his only other pleasure – no, hope, will be here within a few hours, judging by the loudness of the meows, and he drags himself out from under the blanket.

(He doesn’t sleep on a mattress - they all have microbes that sneaks into your brain and washes away any individual thought, he’s sure of it)

***

She’s alone. That’s her first realisation. The bed is cold, and there are no sounds coming out from the bathroom. She closes her eyes again, as if it would bring him back – but as her eyelids opens again there are still no sounds coming from the bathroom, still not shape next to her on the bed, no one looking out of the window.

She fixes her eyes on the roof, and her hands travels down to the small bump on her stomach. It is barely noticeable, but it’s there, and she’s afraid. It is like a foreign object is growing inside of her, eating her up on the inside. Maybe it is right, what the crazy man with the van said, that there is a human being in there. But she still can’t quite believe it, can’t grasp the idea of a living creature inside of her – she knows there is something there, but a little person, a fragile thing?

She shakes her head. No – it can’t be. Everybody knows he’s crazy, knows there’s no truth in his words.