vntiquity:
antiquity sat beside the girl, clearing through her files on her computer and yawning quietly. it was late, sometime past dawn, but she and her friend were still up. antiquity was working while minah scribbled, scratched out, and re-scribbled lyrics to one of her newer songs. and it had been like that for awhile, since after they ate dinner hours before, but it was quiet. soon, even minah began to grow frustrated; most likely out of exhaustion, boredom, and whatever else it could be. so she stood from her spot and roamed antiquity’s home.
antiquity lived in her parent’s home, since it had been entrusted to her in her father’s will after he died, along with whatever else was in there. their family had no other relatives that really kept in touch, so when her father died, her nanny took her into her own home until she was old enough to take care of herself, finding herself again in her parent’s home after so many years.
antiquity ignored minah as she moved around until she picked up a silver tin that lay in the corner of her father’s office, now her own, and asked about it. “what’s this? it looks old and rusty.” and it was, crusted with red and brown from wear and tear, but the film inside was still intact. it was the last remaining thing that was left of her father after he died. the last film that he had shot. it was antiquity, at a ballet recital that she hadn’t known he’d been at. she thought he was busy, but he surprised her after the show with a large bouquet of flowers and a big hug. it was a warm memory, and was the only living proof that he was her father, and that he’d loved her. « that is a scene that i can’t erase.
Minah spent a lot of her time at Antiquity's house whenever she needed some place to stay. They didn't speak to one another a lot. Most of the time, she found herself in a peaceful and long silence with the girl. The only thing she could really hear was her scribbling on countless sheets of paper, trying to get the words to her creations right. Many times Minah would groan in frustration because she could never get the right words. Antiquity never said a word about it, but that made her feel more comfortable around her.
They communicated on a different level, spoke with their silence, and basked in a friendship built around mutual understanding. When Minah glided around the home, she said nothing. Often times, Antiquity would ignore her, but sometimes, like today, when she picked up the silver tin, her friend had looked up when she asked: "what's this? it looks old and rusty." Minah already knew what it was. It was film, but what was on the film, she had no clue. When she gazed at her friend, it seemed as though her eyes were gazing into an abyss of raw emotion.
"That is a scene that I can't erase." Minah understood what she meant. She'd seen things before that would never leave her, but instead, melded into her heart and became one with her. She hummed, nodding her head with a soft smile on her face. Her fingers had left the silver tin and she was no situated beside her friend on the floor.
"It must be very important then." She replied. She ran her fingers through her hair and gazed at the opposite wall before she said another word. "Was it yours or someone else's?"