What if Anderson is not dead? What if war is not over? What if Ella and Aaron never got over their traumas? Are they ready to continue their lives?
Was everything just Ella's dream, or was it reality?
Story continues two years after Ella's and Aaron...
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Ella is lying on my shoulder. She's sleeping peacefully, her lips slightly parted, her breathing is equal. I hope she's dreaming about something nice. She deserves nothing but pure happiness. Sometimes I wonder if I'm right for her. How did I get this lucky? What does she see in me? I'm thinking and thinking about it. And every time, as she knows what I'm thinking about, she says that she loves me. And she always means it.
I just wish that, these nightmares could live her alone.
„Live her alone!", I said.
„Or what?", the voice replies.
Wait. Did I say that out loud?
I raise my head. He's here.
„Or, I will make sure you live as long as you can. In pure torture."
He chuckles. Than looks at me with straight face.
„What?", I say.
I look at my hands, and I can see that they're shaking. Why are they shaking?
„Why so rude? I came here to spend time with my son. Is that bad? "
I say nothing. There is nothing to say. I'm just waiting for him to cut the act. What does he want? Where is Ella?
„Come on, birthday boy.", he continues, „I have a present for you."
He hands me a little box, wrapped in decorative paper with a ribbon on it.
I look at him. I narrow my eyes at him, and squeeze the box, hoping to ruin whatever it's in it. But it won't crack even a bit. What is it inside of it? Where is Ella? Where am I?
I look around. I'm in a prison. I have never been in this kind of prison. I mean prison is prison, but I was never in this one. Walls are the same, grey and damaged, probably from previous prisoners. There is one sink, and shower, and a toilet flush. A table in the corner of the room. Small, short table. With no chairs. There is one window. It's high and protected with metal wire. It's the daylight outside.
„So?", the voice interrupts me, „Open it up, what are you waiting for?"
„No.", I reply straight.
„I said open it."
„And I said no.", I reply with the same, serious, heartless tone.
„Is that so?"
He's quiet for a second, looking for something in his coat. He grabs something that looks like some kind of remote control.
He presses one button and I can feel it. Sharp pain through my whole body. It's like electric shock. At least, I think it's like it. I feel my body shake, but I won't give it to him. He does it only so he can see me hurt. And. I. Won't. Give. It. To. Him.
