Bree had totally forgotten all about the miniature heartbreak she received from Margot and the guilt of being the cause of Margot's pains. As she laid on bed gently running her fingers through Andrea's hair, every issue, from the smallest to the biggest all evaporated into thin air. For a while now, everything finally made sense.
Her breathing was rhythmic with Andrea's, their heartbeat was in synchrony, even the cold air finally found its purpose in their lives. The windows were left opened, the door of the bedroom was ajar.
Bree and Andrea lay fully clothed, Andrea's head found comfort on Bree's chest as she derived pleasure from her head rising and falling as a result of Bree breathing. Her hands were wrapped around Bree tightly as if she were to mistakenly let loose her hold, Bree would slip through and everything would turn into what it actually was: A dream.
