“You think I like being here? You think I like these people or the fact that I can barely leave this fucking room because someone might recognize me? Do you think that I like being trapped?!” Green eyes glaring at every inch of the motel room, Chloe yells, barely thinking, just letting the anger in the air embrace her, “I hate this room and this stupid little town!”ĭavis’ eyes darken, his knuckles going white.
They are simply aware of the way words won’t stop leaving their lips and the pain that’s seeping in their skin, touching their bones and hearts. Neither Davis nor Chloe understands how the wall has formed or how they’ve gotten here. The paths taken, actions done, words spoken have all fused into a wall in their minds that appears in the worst of moments, a wall so strong and unfortunate that it pulses as it takes in their current state. Davis’ hands are curled into fists by his sides and Chloe’s throat is going sore from all the yelling she’s done. They’re arguing, two forms standing tensely in front of one another in a dully decorated motel room.
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