Disappearing is scarier, I think.

“Depends on the people,” you say. “The message you’re sending with these bodies is a strong one, and laying low is possibly the best thing for us today since we’re making it painfully clear there are survivors. I think for myself... I think simply disappearing off the face of the earth is terrifying."

Scarlet sits down, kicking off her boots. She takes off her socks and messages her soles with her thumbs. You watch while continuing. “On this specific occasion— I think these 'devil messes' are exactly what you want.”

She folds into herself when she falls into the sheets. In a quiet voice, She murmurs something tiredly. “I’m not hungry, by the way. You can do what you want. I’m going to sleep.”

You watch her hand trace the spot where you usually slept. Her eyes are lifeless, hollow in color, and dull in thoughts. Ever since she’s opened up to you, she’s been different, weird even. A strange bipolar woman with no ambitions or retirement plans but is full of wavering emotions hardly translatable.

What this does leave to you is the choice to do whatever you want…