Bad Day

How long has she been standing in the kitchen, staring in the sink? Yvette doesn’t know, only hopes that the aching loneliness she feels would go away.

“I’m pathetic,” she says aloud and the only answer she receives is the silence of her house. Did she ever think of this place as a home? It doesn’t feel like a home, especially with her in it.

Yvette cards her fingers through her hair and squeezes as hard as she can to at least feel something instead of the numb she feels. She rests her elbows on the edge of the sink and squeezes her eyes shut until she can see white spots dance across the darkness of her vision.

Why did she get like this? She was fine a moment ago until she turned toward the sink and seemingly shut down before she could comprehend what she wasn’t feeling.

“I’m pathetic,” she whispers.

And it seemed fitting.

Suddenly, a knock resounded from the door, so sudden in her mind that Yvette gave a tiny gasp in alarm. She wasn’t expecting visitors, not with the kids in the complex (who usually came to her ‘cause she was fun) out visiting family.

Who was it then? Was it a supernatural that found her? Was she going to be killed in her own house? She still had things that needed to be said and now her time is short.

When did she get so paranoid?

“Babe?” Farah’s voice sounded through the door, tinged with worry. Farah knocked again when she received no answer and thought, briefly, about attempting to kick the door down until the door swung open.

Yvette had a smile plastered on her face and it was wrong. Wrong in the way that Farah knew Yvette didn’t mean it. Her hair was mussed up at the top of her head and her eyes shined with unshed tears. Farah’s lips parted in surprise at the woman in front of her.

“Farah,” Yvette greeted softly, her smile falling from her face as her eyes widened. Then, the door slammed shut in front of Farah’s face.

“Hey!” Farah squawked and tried to open the door but it was locked. “Yvette!”

“I’m sorry, Farah,” there was a thump near the bottom of the door indicating that Yvette had sat down. Farah got on her knees, pressing her hands against the door with a furrowed brow. She’s never seen Yvette like this and it scared her. She didn’t know what to do.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Farah asked. When she received no answer she tried a different tactic. “Hey, do you want to go mess with Ava? That always brightens your day!”

Farah heard Yvette chuckle and considered it a victory, but the door was still closed.

“Come on, babe. Can you please open the door?” Farah pleaded. She cried with relief as she heard movement coming from inside and eventually the door creaked open a little.

Farah removed her hands from the door when she caught sight of Yvette from the small crack of the open door. A bright green orb stared back at Farah and she couldn’t help but smile, though it was dampened by the worry she was feeling.

“Hi,” Farah leaned closer until she was resting against the doorframe. It didn’t seem like Yvette was going to open the door any wider, but this was fine. Farah could see Yvette and that’s what mattered for now.

“Hi,” Yvette answered meekly, opening the door wider to squeeze her hand through and offering it to Farah, palm up. Farah didn’t hesitate and grabbed it with both hands, squeezing. The door was open wide enough for Farah to see the tiny smile on Yvette’s face.

“What’s wrong, Yvette?” Farah attempted again. She wanted to be there for her girlfriend, wanted to know what’s wrong and to help her and comfort her. Unfortunately, Farah wouldn’t know where to begin if Yvette didn’t say anything.

“I don’t know,’ Yvette began, her head hanging. “I was fine earlier and then I wasn’t. I completely shut down like I was unplugged suddenly or my batteries were taken out. Actually, this has happened before but it was more frequent then until…”

“Until what?” Farah prodded. She had shifted herself closer, inching the door open wider until she could see the top half of Yvette. Thankfully, Yvette hadn’t been blocking the door with her body.

“Until I met you guys, met you,” Yvette flicked her eyes up at Farah at the end, eyes shining with adoration as she leaned her head against the doorframe. Yvette’s eyes roamed Farah’s face with a look that had Farah stop breathing for a second.

“Well, I do have quite the influence. I’m not so sure about the others though!” Farah grinned, leaning closer to Yvette. “Well, except maybe Nat but-”

Farah was cut off as Yvette captured her lips with her own, a hand coming up to gently cup her cheek. Farah removed one of her hands from Yvette to do the same, squeezing her hand as she did. The kiss was slow and gentle and it had Farah aching for more as they pulled away. Yvette smiled at her, a real one, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes, that was okay though because Yvette was smiling and Farah knew that she would be okay.

“Come, I think we both need some cuddles, yeah?” Yvette stood up, pulling on their still clasped hands to help Farah up, and directed themselves to the couch. Farah immediately plopped on the couch to lay down and looked up at Yvette who only looked at her with amusement.

“Well?” Farah reached up with both arms, making grabbing motions with her hands. Yvette snorted but complied. She laid on top of Farah, making herself comfortable by shoving her arms under Farah’s back to embrace her and moving her head up to nose at her neck. Farah wrapped one of her arms across Yvette’s back and the other buried in her long hair. They laid like that for a while until Yvette spoke up, breaking the quiet that surrounded them.

“You were wrong you know,” Yvette mumbled, drowsy by the soothing motions of Farah’s hands.

“I was? What about?”

“Messing with Ava doesn’t brighten up my day nearly as much as seeing your smile, my light.”