She stared out the barred window with a sigh. With her hand over her pink triangle, she watched the wind blow through the green, tear-shaped leaves. It was strange how the architects of this building could manage to make this hospital look so modern, yet so restricting.
This wasn’t an old fashion; it seemed hate was the new black. Or it had been, since Hitler took over the world. She took little consolation in the fact that the world’s population was down since the war that changed everything; in fact, it was a burden.
She just wanted somebody to love. Why did it matter so much that it was a woman that she would love? Even without Hitler, the world remained in the hands of the Nazi party. And most people, people like her, were too afraid to rebel. He’d killed everyone who rebelled.
She was just determined sick, stuck in this institute, and hidden from the world.
She rubbed her knee, imagining someone else there. Anyone else, someone to help comfort her through these bittersweet times.
No one was coming to rescue her. No one.
“Come on…” said the nurse at her side, forcing her to her feet slowly.
“What?” she replied, reacting slower than her body, already standing up.
“We’re rounding everybody up to go outside…” the nurse said.
She smiled. That nature, that freedom that she’d dreamed of just moments before… it was coming. Was there a hero out there after all?
As she squeezed out the front door, and unusual pressure enveloped her hand. She looked down at it, to see her other dream come true. Looking up to the person holding it, she smiled back at the face that greeted her.
“We can do it, just me and you,” said Val. She squeezed her hand. “I’ve always loved you.”
She almost melted, but remained firm on her feet even while her chest fluttered like warm caramel. “Me and you,” she said.
They weren’t free. As they reached the front garden, the staff chained the arms and legs of every woman there together, as they sorted everyone into lines. Val and Zoe stood beside each other.
We’re not leaving, she thought. Till death… She never thought it was possible… But now that she knew how Val felt, after all these years, she couldn’t go.
Not now, not ever. Not even if it meant…
A line of gunmen lined up against them. Heavily uniform, red armbands on each left arm, rifles casually at their sides.
Something must have happened. The world wasn’t willing to keep them alive anymore. Just a bunch of old dykes, no one cared about them.
She wondered if these same gunmen had been on duty all days, killing sick people like her. She imagined all the gay men in the hospital, the ones she’d met and talked to each day. Bullets splatting their blood, heads knocked back, brains flying.
It was a disgusting thought. She squeezed Val’s hand tighter.
She squeezed back. “Don’t worry, Zoe. I love you.”
And that was enough to distract her. No more did she think about bloody bodies. Now all that was on her mind was all the things she never got to do with Val. All the kisses, all the touches, all the rest of it…
And in her mind, she smiled back again, telling Val she loved her. Zoe was only too aware she didn’t, had never gotten a chance to fall in love with Val, but if she had, it would’ve been enough.
She could’ve been happy, just with that. Instead spending her last days mourning for the life she lost long ago; the one she never even had. Turns out it was up to her, all along. She wished she’d known that before.
The gunmen raised their double-barrels onto their shoulders, ready to fire.
She took a deep breath, counting along to herself. 3… 2… 1…
A jolt of black wracked her. She began to fall.