There was a strange sense of isolation that shrouded them, but despite <br>that, the two teens nestled in the darkness, welcoming it, embracing it.<br> Neither the rattles from a nearby fence nor the buzzing of their dying <br>phones bothered them. Instead, they remained where they were, strangely <br>content. <br>
One of them was a girl, around fourteen, with tears <br>streaming down her cheeks. The other was a boy, the same age as she was,<br> with an arm wrapped around her. He kept her close, knowing full well <br>she was shivering.
Suddenly, he heard a chuckle. He looked down, and caught the amused expression on her face. “What?” he asked.
“Are they really worth all this?”
He was silent for a few moments as he contemplated her words. He did want <br>to point out that it was her idea to begin with, to not hang out with <br>him out of fear people would think they were dating, especially their <br>crushes. But whether it be because of the age difference, or the fact <br>they were just too stubborn, he couldn’t tell. So he shrugged. “I don’t <br>know.” <br>
“Hey, if this doesn’t work, you wanna get married? So y’know, we don’t end up dying alone?”
He scoffed. “No way in hell. You’re like my sister.”
“You love me.”
Laurel Black is a writer who enjoys eating, sleeping, and dreaming of nothing in particular. She finds inspirations in various video games and movies, as well as other books. You can learn more about her on her blog, https://thetragedyoflaurelblack.wordpress.com.