What Time doesn't Heal
Irene finds herself unable to sleep. Wendy's sudden but maybe not all too sudden confession had her awake.
Maybe even more than usual her thoughts and memories swirled like a toxic wirlpool inside of her.
"Please at the very least try to lay still" Yeri pleads. Her voice low and scrowly from sleep.
Irene apologizes and forces herself to stay put. While the inner demons gnaw on her.
When Irene looks herself in the mirror the next day she's surprised by how okay she looks. How alive she looks despite feeling dreaded and dead on the inside.
It's cold outside, leaves blowing of the branches with each puff of wind.
Irene is sitting in her girlfriends lap, it's warm there and her girlfriend is taller and older than her so Irene uses it as an excuse to act childish.
"Can I touch you?" her girlfriend asks, smirking at her. Irene freezes.
"You already are?" she says
"sexually" her girlfriend wispers in her ear. Irene quickly stands up.
They only dated a couple weeks and the older of the two already wanted to go further.
"I..I'm not intrested in sex, I've told you before" Irene reminds. what if the girls goal was to just go to bed with her to begin with.
"I'm willing to try a lot of different stuff for you Irene" The older says, trying to convince her of her good intentions.
"Then why do you keep pushing?"
The girl doesn't respond, she grits her teeth and stands up too.
Wendy had practically confessed to her. Irene had no reason not to test the waters again,
it had been several years after all.
But the memory, the feeling of being so blantantly used haunted her.
What if wendy tried to talk her into having sex too.