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    Jessica was no stranger to the world of women. Her first experience with a girl had been at a sleepover when she'd been in high school. She and one other girl had been the only two left awake at four in the morning- delirious and hyper. Somehow, they'd ended up making out on the floor, on top of one of their sleeping bags- hands running hungrily over the material of their pajamas. 

It wasn't the most amazing or magical experience, but it had been a hell of a lot better than any of the make out sessions that Jessica had had with past boyfriends. So it was girls for her from then on out, even though the other girl had quickly gotten a boyfriend- calling that night a mistake.

    However, what the other girl did was of little interest to Jessica, who was having her fun bringing many popular girls to their knees- both literally and figuratively. 

    In college, Jessica finally found herself in a proper relationship- getting out of her hometown and meeting girls who weren't ashamed of their sexuality. The relationship hadn't been the end-all, be-all of relationships. They got along well enough, though they tended to fight a lot. Truthfully, their mutual attraction had been one of the main draws of the relationship.

    Still, it had ended and Jessica had moved on, having a few more meaningless hook-ups before settling into another relationship during her sophomore year. That relationship had come to an end as well after a few months and Jessica hadn't immediately found someone whom she was interested in. 

    And then there was Tiffany Hwang.

    Jessica really and truly hadn't meant to fall for her. Really.

    Mostly because she wasn't sure at all if Tiffany even liked girls. And, worse, Tiffany didn't even know that she liked girls. Because there wasn't a casual way to slip that into conversation. It's not like she went up to people, shook their hands, and said, “Hi I'm Jessica Jung and I prefer women to men. Just so there's no confusion later on.”

    Her attraction to Tiffany had been immediate. There was just something about Tiffany that made Jessica sit up and pay attention from the first moment she'd laid her eyes on the dark haired girl. Was it her eyes? Or the curve of her full lips? Jessica didn't know. But the realization that Tiffany was sweet on top of all of that- well, that just wasn't even fair.

---

     Jessica had a very hard time not creating her own commentary for any movie that she watched. Well, any movie that she watched that she was actually conscious for. She had a bit of a bad habit of falling asleep in front of movies- most often movies that hadn't been her choice.

    So when she found herself subject to a stupid documentary in her psychology class (where Tiffany had popped up in, conveniently), she really couldn't help herself from snorting in disbelief in response to some of the ignorant comments the people on the screen made, or throwing in a comment here or there in regards to something bizarre that the movie showed.

    And she was more than a little pleased and surprised to find Tiffany's voice joining in- joking about something or other that was taking place in the documentary- even as the rest of the class sat silently, watching the movie like normal people. Well, except for a guy on Tiffany's other side who decided to join in. And Jessica was most definitely not jealous when he said something quiet enough to Tiffany that she couldn't hear, noting that Tiffany giggled in response. Nope, not jealous at all.

---

    After having had too much to drink at a party, Jessica had somewhat accidentally announced her sexuality to her group of friends. Or at least to the ones who didn't already know. They had been standing on the subway platform, waiting for their train when one of the girls had been teasing Sooyoung that she should trade sexual favors for food from her chef-boyfriend.

    Jessica had jumped in, making some comment about how she was glad that she didn't have to deal with dick anymore (clearly the alcohol had completely disintegrated her filter). Sooyoung had turned to her then.

    “You're gay?” she'd asked.

    “Yeah,” Jessica had replied, shrugging.

    “That's okay,” Sooyoung had assured her.

    Jessica had wanted to reply with something like no shit. But she was pretty drunk and figured that she should probably let it go. It was an awkward thing to say, but she figured that it was probably a once-off. 

    That is, until it had happened again.

    It turned out that Yuri, who was in Jessica's group of friends, was friends with Tiffany. So Jessica ended up with Sooyoung, Yuri, and Tiffany in her apartment one Tuesday night. 

    Sooyoung was going on about how she'd announced to her sister when she was younger that she was saving herself for Brad Pitt (not knowing what she was saying at the time). Jessica laughed.

    “I never quite got into any of the heartthrobs when I was younger,” she observed, “Though I guess that makes sense in retrospect,” she'd joked under her breath. Really just for her own benefit and Yuri's since she was the one sitting the closest to her.

    But apparently, Sooyoung had also heard her, turning to her and stopping the conversation that she was having with Tiffany.

    “What?” she asked, staring Jessica down.

    “Never mind, it was just a joke,” Jessica hedged, not having meant for it to be such a big deal. It was one of those jokes that just sounded stupid when repeated anyway.

    “Well of course you wouldn't have liked him. You like girls,” Sooyoung pointed out to the silent room. Jessica felt her cheeks flame. She wasn't ashamed of her sexuality, but to be called out like that was uncomfortable.

    “I liked Kangta!” she added defensively. Just because she preferred girls didn't mean that she wasn't allowed to have meaningless crushes on male celebrities. 

    “I did too,” Tiffany agreed, smiling at her. Jessica's relief was immediate, grateful for the other girl's attempt to bring her back into the conversation rather than ostracize her.

    “In sixth grade, I printed a bunch of pictures out of him and taped them in my locker,” Jessica giggled.

    And the conversation had flowed from there- awkwardness thankfully left behind.

    Jessica kind of wished that Tiffany hadn't found out about her sexuality like that, but she was immensely grateful (and relieved) that the other girl didn't treat her any differently once she knew.

---

    Tiffany's cousin was in town and it was obvious that there was some tension between them. Jessica observed Tiffany on the phone, having some sort of disagreement with the girl on the other end of the line. Which was pretty notable considering Tiffany's naturally upbeat personality- Jessica had never seen her truly angry with anyone.

    After she hung up, she sat back down on the couch to finish the movie that they'd started. Tiffany didn't say anything and neither did Yuri so Jessica was silent as well, trying to concentrate on the television. But she could see the other girl's posture out of the corner of her eye. It was clear that she was angry and upset and it made Jessica want to put her arm around her and tell her that she was here to listen if she wanted to talk about it.

    But she didn't know if that would be inappropriate, so she attempted to keep her eyes forward even as she snuck concerned looks at the other girl throughout the rest of the movie.

---

    “Sunny and I went out to a club on Saturday,” Tiffany told her before class started, “It was really fun.”

    “Yeah?” Jessica replied airily, fiddling with her pen and trying to hide the way her shoulders tensed up at the idea of Tiffany dancing with a bunch of anonymous people in a dark club.

    “There were these two guys we met,” she went on, unaware of the way that Jessica was clenching her jaw, “They were pretty cool and they taught us some new dances.”

    “So were they...hitting on you?” Jessica asked, trying for casual.

    “One of them had a girlfriend,” Tiffany told her, “But they were still hitting on us. The one guy kept whispering in my ear. It was kind of gross actually.”

    Jessica's grip on her pen had her knuckles turning white.

    “I'm gonna run to the bathroom before class starts,” she said, excusing herself and speed walking down the hall to the closest restroom.

    Staring at herself in the mirror, Jessica willed herself to calm down. Tiffany was her own person- she could do as she pleased. She was not Jessica's to claim in any way.

    But god, the image of faceless guys pressed up against her, their lips against her ear, had Jessica resisting the urge to retch. 

---

    “Ugh I can't get it to fit!” Tiffany exclaimed in frustration, trying to shove her cardigan and scarf in her bag.

    Jessica saw the waiter's mouth twitch at the double entendre, making as if to say something in reference to it. It made Jessica's blood boil. He didn't even know Tiffany! How inappropriate to make a joke about an unintentional sex reference to a girl whom he'd never even spoken to. Disgusting.

    “We'd both just like water to start out,” she quickly cut in before he could make a comment.

    The waiter' eyes immediately snapped to her, mildly displeased. Jessica gave him a charming smile that said please leave us now. He smiled politely in return, though she could tell that he was annoyed that she'd gotten in his way of flirting with Tiffany. He left anyway to get their waters.

    Tiffany remained oblivious.

---

    “So you like Tiffany, then?” Yuri said casually when the two of them were at work in the student enrollment office.

    “What?” Jessica choked, staring at Yuri with wide eyes before she was able to school her face into an uninterested expression.

    Yuri shrugged, “It's pretty obvious.”

    Jessica gaped, looking around furtively to make sure that no one else had heard. 

    “Does Tiffany know?” Jessica hissed, panicking a little.

    “I don't think so,” Yuri assured her, scrolling through her text messages like the whole thing was no big deal. 

    Jessica kind of felt like she couldn't breathe.

    “Well, is that all you're going to say?” she demanded.

    Yuri looked at her, surprised.

    “What else do you want me to say?”

    “I don't know,” Jessica whined, raking her fingers through her hair, “Maybe give me some advice or something!”

    “Does Tiffany even like girls?” Yuri asked her, looking a little perplexed by Jessica's outburst.

    “I don't know!” she exclaimed, letting her head fall onto the desk.

    “We can try to find out,” Yuri offered.

    Jessica focused on breathing rather than responding. No sense in pursuing Tiffany if she was going to die prematurely of a panic attack.

---

    “You deserve the best guy in the world,” Yuri slurred at a confused Tiffany, “You shouldn't settle. You have to wait for the right one.”

    Jessica cradled her face in her hands, elbows resting on the wooden tabletop.

    Really? This was what Yuri had in mind to find out if Tiffany liked girls? 

    Perhaps coming to a bar, letting Yuri get drunk, and then expecting her to be of any use was a mistake.

    In her defense, she hadn't expected Yuri to get drunk quite so easily. It appeared that both Jessica and Tiffany could handle their alcohol better than the other girl since the two of them were almost fully sober after having had the same amount to drink as the now-wasted girl.

    “You're gonna get the best guy in the world,” Yuri assured Tiffany, hanging onto her arm.

    “Okay...” Tiffany giggled, looking to Jessica for help. The latter just shrugged.

    “I just want you to know that you deserve the best!” Yuri went on earnestly.

    “Yah! Yuri!” Jessica interrupted, “Only Tiffany deserves the best? I don't get a motivational speech?”

    “You do too,” Yuri replied, focus shifting to Jessica, “You are going to be so successful. You are so talented. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise,” she said seriously before turning her attention to Sooyoung who also found herself on the other end of a drunken pep talk.

    “So you get true love and I get a successful career?” Jessica griped.

    Tiffany just laughed.

---

    “So was Yuri referring to any particular guy?” Jessica asked Tiffany when the two of them were on the subway on their way to their respective apartments- both of them completely sober now.

    “I don't think so,” Tiffany giggled, “I don't think she'll even remember saying any of that tomorrow.”

    “That's probably true,” Jessica allowed, “She also probably won't remember sitting in the sink in the bathroom and refusing to get up.”

    Tiffany buried a laugh behind her hand.

    Jessica's grin left her face when she noticed a man sitting a few seats away from them, overtly eyeing Tiffany's legs.

    “What?” Tiffany asked, aware of Jessica's swift expression change.

    “Just some creep checking you out,” Jessica told her, glaring daggers at the man until he looked away.

    Tiffany wasn't looking at the man, however. Rather, she was watching Jessica in interest- her gaze so focused that Jessica felt herself flush under the scrutiny.

    “Um...this is my stop,” she said, glad for an escape from the other girl's intense stare.

    “See you,” Tiffany said, smile back full-force.

    Jessica smiled tentatively in return and waved as she hurried off the subway car. But even after the train sped away, wind blowing at her skirt, she could feel Tiffany's eyes on her.

---

    Tiffany's greeting smile when she walked into psychology was just as bright as it always was. The other girl's voice was just as enthusiastic and she sounded just as genuinely interested when she asked Jessica how she had been in the two days since they'd seen each other. But there was something different.

    It was like Tiffany could see through her- like she could harbor absolutely no secrets from her. And that was kind of uncomfortable, especially considering that most of her secrets were related back to Tiffany in some way.

    Like the fact that she'd had a rather vivid dream regarding the other girl just the night before in which they'd been searching through classrooms- trying to find an empty one. And when they had...well, Jessica had woken up right after Tiffany had popped the button on her jeans with a guilty conscious and an ache between her legs that she chose to ignore.

    Having Tiffany sitting right next to her with a look in her friendly eyes that said that she could read her like a book...it was pretty unnerving.

---

    “What are you doing?” Jessica gasped, wrenching out of Tiffany's grasp even though the loss of warmth from the other's hand on the back of her neck kind of felt like the worst thing ever.

    “Kissing you?” Tiffany replied, somehow looking completely calm and self-assured despite the fact that she'd just kissed Jessica out of the blue and despite the fact that Jessica had pulled away like Tiffany's lips were on fire.

    “But why?” Jessica asked, feeling like a moron. But hadn't been expecting any of this when Tiffany invited her over to her apartment to watch a movie and she needed to figure out what was going on before she allowed herself to even think about giving into the desire she had to affix herself to Tiffany's body and suck on her full lips until they were pink and swollen.

    “I like you,” Tiffany told her, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

    “But...you like girls?” Jessica looked down at their now-joined hands.

    Tiffany shrugged.

    “I like you.”

    “Oh,” Jessica replied intelligently.

    Tiffany just grinned at her- eyes twinkling. 

    “But you've never been with a girl?”

    Tiffany shook her head, “Does that bother you?” she asked, looking slightly unsure of herself for the first time that evening.

    “No!” Jessica quickly assured her, trying to wrap her mind around all that had changed in the last five minutes.

    “Do you like me?” she pressed.

    Jessica nodded.

    “I thought so,” Tiffany said, confident smile back as she giggled, “You get so jealous.”

    Jessica felt her cheeks flush- mouth opening to argue. She hadn't thought that she'd been so obvious. But Tiffany's lips were back on hers again and preserving her pride wasn't the most important thing anymore.

---

    Jessica had been with her share of girls before Tiffany.

    “I'm just lucky,” Tiffany told her, “I got it right on the first try.”

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When she woke up, she was in a land of pure white.

There was nothing, not in even in the distance.

Her first thought was that someone was playing a mean joke on her.

Her second was a flash of memory, a pair of headlights heading towards her before the screeching of tires deafening her.

Her heart was pounding in her ears.

Did the dead have a heartbeat?

She didn’t know.

Brushing blonde bangs from her face, she got up and started walking. It was no use sitting there wondering.

She has always been a doer.

*

It seemed that she had walked for hours.

She never saw anything out of place, just endless white. While she walked, sparkles danced around her, twinkling their silent stories to her.

Whenever she reached out to touch the magic, it disappeared.

There was nothing.

There was no noise, no color and no signs of life.

*

Her clothes have changed, somehow.

She was certain that she was wearing her suit to work, together with those power stilettos that her sister bought for her.

Now, as she trudged through the plains, her eyes were focused on sneakers, black and white.

Her pants were baggy khakis and her shirt was made from some woolen material. The turtleneck was loose and it felt comfortable.

It was so free.

*

It was days, probably weeks that she had trekked to the plains. Nothing changed, except that she was never tired, never hungry or thirsty. She felt nothing throughout her journey.

Today was different.

She had felt excitement.

She saw, in the distance, a figure of a girl. Dark hair framed her pale face and the length of it was long, cascading past wool-covered shoulders.

Her slow walk turned into a run.

The girl saw her approach and waved her arms frantically, as though warning her of something.

She was confused until she was met face full of glass.

*

When she awoke, she had expected a major headache, or at least a bruise.

She felt nothing.

She sat up and looked around, startled to see the dark haired girl stare at her worriedly. She waved a hand to say that she was okay before glancing up and down the glass between them.

It was tall enough to require a ladder to get through and as far as her eye could see, it seemed to extend in length as well.

It was a barrier.

The girl’s mouth moved slowly, mouthing words that she couldn’t hear through the sound proof glass.

She slumped to the ground, disappointed.

The first sign of life in this god forbidden place, and they were separated by some barrier.

*

A knock on the glass caught her attention.

She looked up lifelessly and blew her bangs from her face.

The black haired beauty smiled and raised two pieces of what looked like charcoal up. Using one, she wrote backwards with some difficulty.

“Can you write?”

She had scoffed and gestured for the girl to toss the other piece over.

After several failed attempts, the charcoal landed on her lap.

Picking it up, she wrote back.

“Of course, duh.”

The girl laughed, obvious joy that can’t be heard but could be seen. Her lips tugged up, that smile was infectious.

“My name is Tiffany, what’s yours?”

The blonde giggled and answered.

“Jessica. I’m guessing you have no idea how you got here too, huh?”

“Nope. All I remembered was a lot of sharp things piercing my body. I think it was an accident.”

Jessica knitted her brows together.

“Maybe this is the place where all accident victims go. Stuck in between from a sudden death?”

Tiffany clapped her hands together in amusement and admonished her gently.

“You’re really pessimistic. How about thinking this is the peace that most humans search for but fail?”

“And you’re such a happy person.”

Tiffany nodded in agreement. The girl started drawing a cartoon figure, her tongue sticking out in concentration. She finished the dancing figure with a smile.

“Life’s too short to be so realistic. We accept things and move on, that’s how to be happy.”

Jessica shook her head and drew a slouching figure next to the dancing cartoon, complete with ghost balls surrounding the obviously disgusted face.

“You’re going to be the death of me and I just met you.”

Tiffany grinned and puckered her lips playfully, blowing her a kiss that would never make it.

In a moment of jest, she reached out and caught the supposed air blown kiss and placed it near her heart.

Her chest tightened when Tiffany blushed.

*

They wrote and drew back and forth, Jessica learning more about Tiffany than she had ever had to learn about anyone else.

Tiffany was a computer geek, complete with the glasses and million of games sitting by her bookshelf.

The complete opposite of her, she being the stern faced businesswoman who ruthlessly tore down the competition.

When Jessica was walking, she felt like time had stopped for her. It felt oppressing and the silence deafened her.

Regardless of how she mocked the other girl for her cheerfulness, Tiffany made the silence quiet and brought a semblance of color into the white.

*

“If your eyes are that bad, where are your glasses?”

Jessica finished her question with a flourish and beamed. She had been smiling a lot more in that time with Tiffany. The evidence was at the foot filled drawings and writings that covered the glass.

Tiffany’s hands flew to her face, the girl completely surprised not to find the object sitting on her nose.

“Huh. That’s strange. Then again, I wear it so much sometimes I forget that they are on my face.”

Jessica chuckled and wrote back.

“Maybe it’s one of the things that TV shows got right. In death, you’re perfect again and that includes your eyesight.”

Tiffany clapped and nodded.

“That’s the spirit!”

Jessica hated to admit it, but that girl’s smiles weren’t the only thing that was infectious.

She wrote what she thought.

The blush on Tiffany’s face amused her.

*

Time was never a factor in that place.

However, in time, her feelings for the other girl blossomed and Jessica knew that it had turned to love when she awoke to Tiffany’s sleeping face. The dark haired girl’s hand was turned upwards, mirroring her hand’s position. The nerd’s fingers were slightly curled, as though she was clasping her hand.

Jessica felt a pang of longing.

She reached out and touched the glass.

The feeling under her fingertips was cold.

*

“I wonder what your hand feels like.”

Even someone as optimistic as Tiffany would feel down. Jessica reached out and touched the outline of Tiffany’s face sadly.

“Probably how it would feel when I get to touch your face.”

Tiffany chuckled, her eyes brimming with tears that were blinked away.

Jessica found out not too long ago that Tiffany wasn’t anymore cheerful than the next person. The difference is that Tiffany used it as a shield as not to worry anyone.

In their period of knowing each other, Jessica always worried when that eye smile was directed towards her. She didn’t want Tiffany to have to go through the pain alone. She was there for her, she was also stuck in the same situation. She understood what Tiffany was going through as well.

Tiffany reached out and pressed her palm flat on the glass. She mimicked the other girl’s actions, her palm aligned with Tiffany’s hand.

It was cold under her skin.

Jessica frowned and curled her fingers, her nails scratching against the surface.

“I want to be with you.”

Tiffany smiled that heartbreaking smile and replied.

“We are together. Just separated by this glass.”

The sparkles around them, the same sparkles that Jessica thought to have contained magic seemed to be mocking them.

The lid on her anger flipped.

She stood up abruptly, startling the girl on the opposite side.

She clenched her fists, her thumb over her fingers like her father taught her and punched the glass.

The soft thump sounded her failure.

She gritted her teeth and continued punching, each blow landing heavier as her anger grew.

Tiffany pounded the barrier, the other girl shouting wordlessly for her to stop.

She felt no pain, even when the glass started to stain red.

Finally, finally a crack appeared.

Tiffany screamed soundlessly, tears streaming down her face.

She was so close.

She gestured furiously for the dark haired girl to move.

When Tiffany stepped aside, she gathered her strength and punched straight through the glass.

Her joy was short lived.

The glass flew back at her, covering the hole that was made.

The jagged edges cut into her arm and she yelled.

Pain engulfed her being.

*

When she woke up, her right hand was bandaged.

She sat up eagerly.

Disappointment filled her body when Tiffany was still on the other side of the glass, the forlorn girl staring at her tearfully.

The glass looked as new as the day she first saw it.

Shakily, she wrote with her left hand.

“What happened?”

“The glass flew back at you. I guess you can’t break it or cross over without hurting yourself.”

Jessica started to nod before stopping.

“Cross over?”

Tiffany gestured to her bandaged hand before drawing Jessica’s attention to the white bandage around Tiffany’s neck.

The dark haired girl shrugged helplessly.

“You were bleeding so much but I couldn’t help.”

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

Tiffany smiled and replied slowly.

“I begged the glass to let me over. Even if it meant hurting me.”

Jessica sat there, dumbfounded.

“You… shouldn’t have done that. It was my stupidity, I should’ve had to bear the consequence of it.”

Tiffany shook her head.

“You did it for me.”

Jessica dropped the black piece onto the white ground and leant against the glass. She felt warmth through the barrier, opening her eyes to see Tiffany doing the same.

Tiffany mouthed slowly.

I love you.

She smiled and knocked her head gently against the surface.

I love you too.

*

The beeping sound was what caught their attention.

Jessica woke first, Tiffany sitting up later.

The silence had been broken.

All around them, the colors were seeping into the white and the sparkles started to disappear.

The graffiti on the glass was slowly vanishing.

Jessica reached out desperately. She can’t have Tiffany’s touch, but the drawings were the only thing she had of her. She can’t lose that as well. Her fingers grabbed at air, the glass was gone.

Tiffany made a violent swing for her hand.

Their fingers missed as the light engulfed them.

*

She woke with a jolt, the beeping of the monitor next to her ringing in her ears. Her right hand was bandaged, just like how it was inside the white area and she was wearing a pink robe.

She was in the hospital.

“Oh my god! Sica, you’re awake!”

She looked up to see Yuri drop her cup on the floor, coffee splattering everywhere. The tanned girl pulled the door open and screamed into the hallway; apparently no care was given to the quiet environment.

“Guys! She’s awake!”

Her friends and her sister hurried in, Krystal’s hand over her mouth as she rushed at her. Jessica returned the hug awkwardly as the IV in her left arm limited her movement.

“I thought you would never wake.”

She smiled weakly at her crying sister and spoke in a raspy tone.

“How long was I out?”

SooYoung flicked a jellybean in her mouth and held up two fingers.

“You had a concussion, that resulted in a blood clot in which the doctor shortened our life span by telling us you’re in a coma.”

HyoYeon started babbling about the accident and the other car that was in it as well, before expressing anger over that truck that hit her car.

She tuned out after a moment.

She barely registered the grateful words that her sister was giving to the Lord, or the punch that Yuri landed on her arm. HyoYeon’s affronted look at her dozing off was ignored and SooYoung boisterous laugh was disregarded.

It was all a dream.

The glass, the white and the sparkles were all a dream.

Tiffany was a dream.

In her young life, Jessica never cried. Not even when her parents told her they were divorcing or that Honors in Business that received during her graduation.

Yet, now, as she drew her knees to her chest, she sobbed.

She cried for the loss of something that was probably never there in the first place.

*

She sat in the wheelchair, one hand supporting her chin as Yuri filled out her checkout papers.

They never understood why she was crying so hard that day, and it wasn’t something Jessica had wanted to share with them.

She huffed in impatience, Yuri apologizing as she pushed her towards the exit.

“It really is quite the miracle though. Surviving that accident. The other girl in the accident as well.”

Jessica nodded absently.

She turned around when the sentence registered fully.

“Wait. There’s another girl? I thought it was a truck that hit me.”

Yuri furrowed her nose.

“You really should listen when people talk to you. HyoYeon told you that your car landed on another car. The impact caved in her roof and shattered the windshield.”

“Nope. All I remembered was a lot of sharp things piercing my body. I think it was an accident.”

Jessica felt the hair on the back of her neck stand and she gripped on Yuri’s hand.

“Where is she?”

Yuri was surprised but she answered calmly.

“She was behind us, her friend was checking her out as well.”

Jessica moved Yuri away forcibly and stared into the hallway desperately. Her eyes sought out the dark hair between bustling nurses and doctors.

She deflated when nothing was seen.

Yuri sighed loudly.

“Not only don’t you listen when people are talking, you’re also blind. They are right there.”

Yuri clasped her head and twisted it back to the front, towards a short girl wheeling a dark haired girl out of the sliding doors. She bolted out of her seat, earning a yelp from Yuri as she ran towards the closing doors.

It closed just as she reached it, her face connecting with the glass loudly.

She blinked up in a daze, Yuri looking down worriedly at her.

“How in the world do you run face first into an automatic door?! Are you an idiot?”

“Is she okay?”

A perky voice had her sitting up with a groan, the short brunette from before smiling uncertainly at her.

Yuri waved a compliant hand.

“She’s fine. She’s got a hard head.”

Jessica didn’t hear any of it, not the pleasantries exchanged or the changing of phone numbers.

She stared tearfully at the smiling dark haired girl in the wheelchair, bandages adorning her entire torso.

She scuttled hurriedly towards her and grinned when hands gripped her gently.

“It’s warm. Your hands.”

She reached out and sobbed happily, her fingers touching the face she couldn’t reach before.

“I can finally touch you.”

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