I will fucking rip you apart.
Oh crap. She ignored the voice, and instead stuck her hand out. “It’s great to meet you, Dacian. Most people I meet don’t give two shakes about the sky.”
“You’re the second, I think. There was one before you, but—” he paused, stopping himself and shaking his head. “Never mind,” he says with somewhat of a bland smile.
“It’s nice to meet you, too.”
“So… listen..” She said hesitantly. “I’m a little new around here.. more like new to the country, and i have no idea were i am.” She shrugged and laughed at herself, noticing how ridiculous she sounded. “Help me out?”
“Depends on where you want to go,” he replies, his eyes scanning over the new girl with a tilt of his head.
Me and you both, she thought. There was the slightest pause, but to anyone else it would have just seemed normal. Don’t give him your real name, don’t do it. You need to start going by a different name. Just lie to everyone and your memories will stay away. She spoke too soon, the voice was back.
“Everyone just calls me Rosemary. I hate my first name, so middle it is. What about you?”
“Rosemary..” Funny, he thought to himself, furrowing his eyebrows at the relation to Catalina.
“I’m Dacian Evans.”
“Dacian…Cool. Nice to meet you.” She smirked at him and tilted her head curiously.
“Yeah,” he replies.
“Nice to meet you too, Effy.”
Was that okay? God yes, it was much more than okay— it was fantastic and she loved it and it was like a breath of fresh air in her lungs after a long day of suffocation. “T-That was more than okay.”
“Glad to have been of service,” he says a bit playfully, smiling cheekily at the girl. “I’d like to do it again sometime, too,” he says, his cheeks showing a pink hue to mirror hers.
The voice of a stranger dragged her out of the clouds. She pulled her sunglasses off and looked at him. The stupid voice in her head was silent, for once. Usually, whenever someone talked to her, it would start going like crazy for hours. She liked this guy.
She held the camera firmly in her hands and took a picture of him before speaking. “I’m pretty sure it’s the only nice thing about this world, to be honest. Nothing else is as infinite.”
“Yeah, it’s the only thing that hasn’t let me down yet,” he laughs sadly to himself, sniffling. “If the sky ever falls down, I might as well kill myself.” His last words were almost inaudible before he simply smiled to the girl.
“What’s your name, stranger?”
“Demons.” He hated it when he cried. Stepping forward, the prisoner wrapped his arms around Dacian, holding him tightly.
His head buried into his dear friend’s shoulder, the sobbing only getting worse as he felt the boy’s warmth again. It had been so long; so fucking long.
She was walking down the street when she suddenly paused midstride and looked up at the open sky. Where was she going? Nobody knew, not even her. Catalina woke up that morning with an aching in her soul, and something pulled her out of bed. Whatever, she thought, at least it’s not raining.
“Nice weather, huh?” The boy asked the stranger in front of him. Dacian looked to the sky as well, his hands in his pockets. “That’s one nice think about this world; the sky.”
“We…—” Dacian was the one they always tried to protect—keep safe. “We died, we were killed.”
Come back to me, please.
“Who was it?” Dacian asked, hastily wiping the tears from his face again.
“Who took you away from me?”
“Yeah…” It was one of the only things he could say. “But it’s not my choice this time—It’s not…”
“You both—” His breathing got heavier, tears rolling down his cheeks just as he hastily wiped them away. “You just— disappeared. Why?”
“Why?”
