𝘄𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 → 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 ¹

𝑶𝟐𝟎. 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌

     a slight breeze of air cool down the heat on my skin — the sun is high in the sky, painfully bright and blinding, so i put my cap on willow's face. i don't want her perfect soft skin to burn with blisters. mom's necklace shine on her motionless chest. her hands are still as cold as steel. even the sun can't seem to heat her up. it's been hours now since the cannon, but i can't move. 

     i won't move.

     all my body ache. my neck is stiff from looking down on willow. my thighs are as hard as concrete because i'm still on my knees. my head is a mess, throbbing with pain. my exposed skin seem like burning from the dazzling sun. the silence around is not loud enough, because i can hear every single one of my thoughts. 

     i wonder why i'm still alive. don't the boy from the four knows how to count ? it's just him and me now, but i'm still waiting for him to come. if he wants to win — no, if he wants to live, he'll have to come to me.

     i won't move.

     if i die next to her, will i meet her sooner ? i selfishly hope she's waiting for me. with mom and dad, perhaps ? all the four of us will be reunited again, finally free from all the bullshit of this mad world ; we won't ever have to worry about anything. it's a comforting thought. 

     a sound makes me look up at the sky. a hovercraft is flying over us, high in the sky, so high i don't even feel the blow of the propellers. it's the second one they send, the first one flew back without willow because i was with her and i didn't move. but the same is going to happen,

     i won't move.

     but suddenly, a round metal box crashes next to me, at a few meters — not even a moment after, gas begins to escape. a thick fog covers willow, the bushes around, even ares' corpse and finally me too. as i inhale, i begin to cough. next thing i know, i'm lying on the ground, unable to stand up and my eyes shut themselves, locking me in the dark of my head. 

     i open them again in a jolt. my whole body jerks and i sat up, lost — my eyes search around me to help me reconnect with the reality — trees everywhere, and bushes and grass and no trace of nobody else than me. mid-day light gave way to twilight, hours passed since the gas knocked me down. 

     most importantly, willow is nowhere near me.

     they took her from me — as they took everything else. they didn't even let me mourn her and take care of her body, they disposed of her, gassed me to abduct her. they fucking couldn't wait — even that, they were not human enough to understand.