– Shane I need to talk to you – Said Carmen still backwards Shane.

And Shane was afraid. Truly afraid. Those words had never meant anything to her because no one she cared about had ever said it before. Carmen saying them now was the exception.

– I- I didn’t mean to scare you I was just trying to get the spoons to dried them and as you were washing the other things I just thought I could take them on my own so you wouldn’t bother y-

– You kissed me –flat tone-

Panic. That was what Shane was feeling. She knew they would have to talk about it sooner or later, but maybe not this sooner. Plus, the fact that she wasn’t able to see Carmen’s face didn’t make her any comfortable.

– And then I kissed you –again that flat and cold tone and the unbearable silence-  …and I liked it.

– I know what I’ve done, but- But shane stopped middtrack when she heard that last part. Even if it was almost soundless, like a feather dancing in the wind. 

Then a strangled cry could be heard and even if the latina was backwards, Shane could see her trembling.

– Hey…

Nothing.

– Carm… look at me …please?

The latina turned around. Her eyes red and puffy, and her look worried.

– What’s wrong? -Shane said almost whispering-

Again, nothing. Carmen’s breath shaky.

Given that Carmen obviously didn’t want to talk, Shane opened her arms inviting her, trying to give her some sort of comfort.

And they hugged and it felt like two worlds crashing with eachother. It was like if two balls had been charging with tension and that tension was finally being released. Shane closed her eyes and hugged her so tight, so tight and so strong, not being able to see Carmen like this, just like in that -now- old party.

Carmen, on the other hand, was strongly pressed against Shane’s chest, sobbing and letting all that tension go.

They stood like that for a few minutes, and after a while Shane repeated: