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The sun shone in brightly through the large windows of Lela\u2019s lounge, flooding the room with a warm, bright light. The faint sound of Bella\u2019s tail tapped softly on the carpet from where she sat, her head tilted slightly, watching us with big brown eyes. The sharp, clinical ammonia of the textile paint hung in the air, drowning out the subtle scent of Lela\u2019s perfume.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lela knelt so close that I could feel the warmth of her skin. Her long, elegant fingers wrapped around a black paintbrush as, with small, precise strokes, she carefully filled in the letters that I had outlined for her. The delicate gold ring on her forefinger glinted, catching the sunlight and throwing jagged reflections across the wallpaper. She was entirely focused on what she was doing, her tongue caught between her teeth in concentration.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dipping my brush into the jar of white paint, I lifted it up and watched the thick, heavy and viscous liquid cling stubbornly to the bristles. Scraping off the excess against the glass rim of the jar, I set to work. Starting on the wolf\u2019s throat, my strokes were short and aggressive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My hand worked back and forth, deliberately bringing the logo into existence. Its pure white form replacing the drab, plain mundanity of the fabric. Stroke by stroke, as my design began to emerge, I watched as the beast gradually came to life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve got a steady hand, Lela,\u201d I said as her final brush stroke completed the lettering. \u201cIt\u2019s looking good.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She looked up at me with a smile, dimples dotting her cheeks. \u201cIt\u2019s certainly a lot better than that scrawl that Asmund and I hacked together.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThis feels good, Lela,\u201d I said, my voice barely a notch above the thudding of Bella\u2019s tail. I kept my eyes fixed on the white fur of the wolf. But I could feel Lela\u2019s attention shifting to me. \u201cJust you and me. The way it\u2019s supposed to be.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey, babe, don\u2019t you go getting all sentimental on me. You\u2019ll have me in tears and I\u2019ll ruin the paint.\u201d Lela said, letting out the soft titter of a laugh. \u201cBut you\u2019re right, it does feel good. A little escape from the madness of the last few days. I can\u2019t believe it\u2019s been almost a year\u2026\u201d she said, her voice trailing off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The words struck me like a cold weight, a dull, hollow ache forming in my stomach. The thoughts and memories of that past year spiralled through my mind once again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 \u201cA year is a long time, Lela. A lot of people will have forgotten me. A lot of people will have forgotten how we used to be. How we were the perfect team, before\u2026 before everyone else got in the way.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHeidi!\u201d Lela\u2019s eyes suddenly snapped wide, her voice urgent. \u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s what, Lela?\u201d My head jerked, eyes darting left and then right. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYour nose!\u201d Her voice quivered slightly, the light once again glinting in those eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before I knew what was happening, Lela\u2019s hand snapped forward. An ice-cold twist lurched in my chest. Instinctively, my hands and feet scrabbled on the rough carpet, my nails digging in, trying to find purchase, struggling to escape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Time slowed to a crawl. I watched her hand rise, my eyes fixed on the black switch held tightly in her grasp. The long, thin leather strip glinted black in the light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The voices in the shadows hissed frantically at me. \u201cGet out! Run!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I wasn\u2019t fast enough. My muscles tensed, cramping into painful knots as my eyes screwed shut. My body trembled while I waited for the familiar whistle of leather cutting through the air and the searing white-hot crack of the strike.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But there was no crack, no searing pain. Instead, cold, wet bristles brushed my nose.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGotcha!\u201d Lela\u2019s voice giggled, cutting sharply through the void.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My eyes snapped open, but for a second, I didn\u2019t see the living room. I was back on the cold, concrete floor, surrounded by damp, grey walls. My lungs snatched for air in short, desperate pants. With tremors rippling through my body, a shrill scream tore from my throat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The steady drip, drip, drip of that tap resonated around my head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The smile on Lela\u2019s face vanished, her eyes widened, and her mouth fell open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh my God, Heidi! I didn\u2019t think! I\u2019m so sorry!\u201d  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The brush slipped from her paint flecked hands, landing with a wet thud on the green carpet. In an instant she was there, crouched at my side. Wrapping her arms around me, pulling me into a tight embrace that chased away the icy chill of the basement. She held on so tightly that I could feel the persistent rhythm of her heart through her clothes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The oppressive walls of the basement didn\u2019t vanish immediately. They slowly softened, their damp, mildewed surface gradually giving way to light pine panels. The cloying reek of damp and decay was slowly replaced with the sharp, clean sting of the textile paints, and the rough floor beneath me softened too. Losing its gritty chill and becoming warm and soft once again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI was just playing. I\u2019m so stupid, Heidi, I didn\u2019t think. Are you alright?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Forcing a small and shaky nod, I looked up at her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d The words exhaled from my mouth. \u201cI\u2019m still a bit jumpy, I suppose.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lela\u2019s arms tightened around me before she spoke again. \u201cI think I know what you need,\u201d she said, her grip on me loosening just enough for me to see the wet tracks of tears on her cheeks. \u201cA good cup of tea. Dad sent me some Earl Grey that I haven\u2019t opened yet. Sound good?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I nodded slowly, and together we pushed ourselves up. My legs felt weak, wobbly and uncertain, but Lela held onto me firmly. Her arm wrapped around my waist in an unyielding support.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the shadowy corners of the room, the creatures scuttled just out of view. Their rusty voices scraping and rasping as they hissed at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Drawing a deep, ragged breath, I straightened my back and, with my head resting on Lela\u2019s shoulder, we walked to the kitchen. Our footsteps echoed, a hollow tap on the cold, smooth tiles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Settling myself down at the table, Lela filled the kettle and switched it on with a click.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIf you need some space to yourself, I can always ask Ingrid not to come over this evening. I\u2019m sure she would understand,\u201d Lela said, glancing over her shoulder while picking two mugs out of a cupboard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She would do that for me? The voices laughed, red eyes glinted in the black, inky depths of those kitchen cupboards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo! You can\u2019t do that,\u201d I said with a smile that barely touched my eyes. \u201cShe needs you too, Le-Le. The poor girl must be pulling her hair out over Asmund. She can\u2019t be on her own at a time like this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAs long as you\u2019re sure,\u201d she said, placing the mugs down with a soft clink. \u201cIt\u2019s been a rough few days for all of us. We all need to look out for each other.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The kettle began to rumble, building to a deep, rolling boil and filling the kitchen with steam.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know why Dad insists on sending me these. It\u2019s not as if I live in the middle of nowhere,\u201d Lela said absently as she tore open the small, yellow cardboard box. Dropping a tea bag into each cup, she lifted the kettle and poured in the steaming water, followed by a splash of milk in each.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Turning to face me, she leant against the counter. \u201cBut, honestly, babe, if you want a quiet evening, I can put Ingrid off? If you ever need any space to yourself, you only have to say.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My heart ached to scream out yes. To take this chance to lock Ingrid out, even if for just one night. But the creatures screamed at me, no. They had other plans, darker plans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSeriously, Lela, I\u2019m fine,\u201d I said, reaching for my mug. \u201cIt was nothing, just a silly wobble.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou\u2019re an amazing person. Truly, if I\u2019d been through what you have, I would have crumbled.\u201d Lela\u2019s eyes were wide, shimmering with admiration.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With her elbows resting on the table and her chin in her hands, she looked at me with that same warm devotion that she had when we were children. We began to chat; we talked about old times together. We laughed at old jokes and reminisced about all the things that we had done. We reconnected in a way that, up to that point, we hadn\u2019t had the chance to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bright spring sun, which poured in through the kitchen window, gradually turned a deep red before fading to grey. Our cups of tea sat cold, forgotten and empty, but we didn\u2019t notice. We were too busy reforging a bond that I intended to make unbreakable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019d almost forgotten how easy it is to talk to you,\u201d Lela whispered, a soft smile playing on her lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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