“I want to see the stars.” She whispered softly, her eyes trailed my face as she looked for any sign of life. She frowned slightly because she knew things that nobody else knew. There wasn't any sign of life.
“You can't.”
She allowed her eyes to walk all over my suit of armor because it wasn't my suit of armor; it was so much more and and so much less. It was a cage and I locked myself in.
“Do you want to see them, too?” She asked me.
“We can't.”
She stood up from the couch and started walking toward me, her arms wrapped around her waist as if she was trying to close in on herself but also trying to stop herself from wanting to close in on herself.
“This will be our last time to see them. We're both dying. Please.” Her voice was soft and begging and tears were in her eyes along with fear. “Please,” she said again.
“I'm not- we're not dying.”
She looked startled for a minute. “What did you think this was?” She demanded, her voice all of a sudden angry. “Does anyone think anymore? Your mission is to die, not to watch me. Never believe what they say. You were their last chance. You were my last hope. Did it ever occur to you why your fate was so common?”
“No. People don't choose their fates.”
She grabbed my hand suddenly. I didn't feel a thing. “Solve the riddle before it's too late. Hurry.” She said, her voice panicked.
“What riddle?”
“Stars. Common. All of it. I can't do this anymore. I can't hold on.” Her breath was starting to sound heavy and she let go of my hand.
“I want to see the stars.” She whispered softly, her eyes trailed my face as she looked for any sign of life. She frowned slightly because she knew things that nobody else knew. There wasn't any sign of life.
“You can't.”
She allowed her eyes to walk all over my suit of armor because it wasn't my suit of armor; it was so much more and and so much less. It was a cage and I locked myself in.
“Do you want to see them, too?” She asked me.
“We can't.”
She stood up from the couch and started walking toward me, her arms wrapped around her waist as if she was trying to close in on herself but also trying to stop herself from wanting to close in on herself.
“This will be our last time to see them. We're both dying. Please.” Her voice was soft and begging and tears were in her eyes along with fear. “Please,” she said again.
“I'm not- we're not dying.”
She looked startled for a minute. “What did you think this was?” She demanded, her voice all of a sudden angry. “Does anyone think anymore? Your mission is to die, not to watch me. Never believe what they say. You were their last chance. You were my last hope. Did it ever occur to you why your fate was so common?”
“No. People don't choose their fates.”
She grabbed my hand suddenly. I didn't feel a thing. “Solve the riddle before it's too late. Hurry.” She said, her voice panicked.
“What riddle?”
“Stars. Common. All of it. I can't do this anymore. I can't hold on.” Her breath was starting to sound heavy and she let go of my hand.
“What's happening? What's wrong? Bain!”