This love is glowing in the dark

“I’ll be fine, Jess,” Trish sighs, watching Jessica pace back and forth across her apartment. Trish leans against the wall, arms folded, and watch Jessica check the windows – again – like they might have somehow changed in the last ten seconds. “I managed to stay alive without you here before, you know.”

“Yeah, well,” Jessica scoffs, “that was before there was some supersoldier piece of shit running around with a mouth full of drugs and a crush on you.” It might be Trish’s imagination but she sounds almost bitter on the last words. It’s probably just her imagination. There are things you learn not to do, with Jessica, and hoping is one of them. Not like that.