Opening her eyes, Liz is met with the view of Katia sleeping soundly, her dark brunette hair messily draped across her face and the bed. Her breathing is steady and in this moment, she appears the most vulnerable she’s rarely been. In a way Liz hasn’t seen since they were young children, and all they could do was cling to each other for comfort, because they had no one else.
“You know Katia, sometimes I wish we could go back to how it was before. Maybe not all the bad stuff, but the moments like this where it was just you and me in our own bubble. Times were hard, but we were also happy just holding each other and sleeping side by side, just like this. I miss this. I miss us like this. When did we become tied up in such a dark and deranged world?”
