Khalida leaned her back against the wall. Sighing for a moment and closing her eyes, she took in the quiet moment. Amara had gone to get something in another room, and while she waiting, Khalida couldn't help but enjoy a moment without Amara's endless chatter. She smiled softly. Rambling had never been something Khalida was good at. Things just didn't seem as interesting when she said them. Amara, however, was a born storyteller. And she knew it, too. Amara broke her thoughts by entering the room and declaring her presence. As she plopped down on the bed next to Khalida, she smiled wide and pulled out of her pocket what she had gone to retrieve, her long hair twitching as she fished for it.
"Look at this Khalida! Would you believe I simply found this on the ground?" Between her thumb and index finger, Amara pinched a silver-colored coin.
"Oh, a 1943 penny? You know, those are coated in zinc?" Khalida responded, amused but seemingly unsurprised by Amara's discovery.
"Yes! How did you know?" Question Amara, still proud of her catch. "And why can't I ever surprise you!"
Khalida laughed. "They aren't as uncommon as they seem, you know," she said. Leaning closer to Amara, she said "Let's have something to eat. Bologna sandwiches?"
"That's just what I was thinking!" Smiling, Amara left the room and headed to the kitchen.
Khalida checked the clock on the wall. It was 12:00. So, she had three hours left.
-later-
"Khalida, what do you think of love?" Asked Amara, sliding closer to her on the bed and smiling mischievously.
"Love is dead."
"You can't say that, Khalidaaa! Say, what if I said I loved you? What would you say then?"
"You can't." Said Khalida, shaking her head at Amara. "Love is dead."
"You are such a nut." Sighing, Amara closed her eyes. Upon hearing a familiar chime, she opened them again and glanced at the clock.
"Oh no! Ah, Khalida It's time for you to go." Amara pouted as Khalida glanced at the clock and nodded.
"I guess it is. Well, I'll come again another time. I promise."
Amara smiled. "Okay," she said.
-walking on the sidewalk to Khalida's house-
Khalida always hated this time. She hated that she was so used to it, hated that it no longer came as a shock. Yet there was no helping it, she had stopped trying to do so long ago.
"Well, this is your door, isn't it, Khalida?" Amara asked sadly, looking at Khalida with bittersweet emotion in her eyes.
"I guess it is, yeah," answered Khalida, biting her lip to stop the tears. They came every time, the only solid evidence that it affected her anymore.
Amara frowned. "What is it, Khali-"
Khalida had been holding her breath, like every time. And like every time, she gasped when it happened.
The knife. Out of nowhere, it embedded itself in Amara's head.
The blood. Spilling everywhere as Amara fell to the ground.
The tears, that rushed down Khalida's face. Every. Single. Time.
My love is dead, she thought to herself.
Khalida took a deep, if staggering breath, and-
Khalida leaned her back against the wall. Sighing for a moment and closing her eyes, she took in the quiet moment. Amara had gone to get something in another room, and while she waiting....
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