Pulse

beat twenty-one

I know that it took me ages to update and that this is really short, but bare with me. I have a lot coming, and soon.

Dedicated to Unfathomable_Dreamer because she's a babe.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. She picked at the flowers in the ground, the dirt under her fingernails annoying her. She rested her head on her knees, running her palm along the grass and looking for clovers.

"No," she said quietly. She could hear his breathing. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him looking up towards the sky like he did a lot the last couple of days they were here.

"They asked weather you wanted to see them," he said after a while.

"Not really." The sunlight made her squint as she turned her head towards him, resting her cheek on her knee. He was not looking at her. His chest rose and fell as he breathed, leaning back on his arms. She took notice of the scar on his forearm, and for the first time thought of asking him about it.

"I got it the same day you did," he said. She frowned.

"When was that?" she asked.

"You made me promise not to tell you," he said.

"I'm asking you to tell me now," she tried to persuade him. He shook his head.

"It was a sixty to forty chance in the favor of you not waking up when I made that promise. I won't break it," he said. She nodded, not having enough willpower to be persistent.

For the last couple of days, the women who claimed to be her mother and sister were always in the waiting room. She was afraid of seeing them, but when the door opened and closed, she could see them for a few seconds. They were always sitting on the same spots, and she was worried about confrontation. She saw significant similarities between the two women, their distant facial expressions almost identical. But for some reason, she was afraid looking in the mirror, scared she would find some similarity between her and them.

Because for some stupid reason, the words they said seemed to make sense. But she didn't want them to. She was thinking of what Nana would do in this situation, but she felt pain at the memory. She didn't want to cry, so she avoided thinking about her for the time being.

"Where do we go from now?" she asked. He looked at her with a smile.

"What?" she questioned, a unwilling smile curving her own lips.

"You said we," he mused.

"Well, you're the only person I really have left," she said. His expression turned serious, and he took her hand in his.

He didn't know what to say, so he just played with her fingers. She hated how much she depended on him, even though she hadn't said it out loud. She hated that she was so attached to him, but she was too selfish to let him go.