"Tiana, no, don't fall asleep!"
Her eyes have closed, and I can't get her to open them.
"Wake up, Tiana. Stay with me, please. I'm here, it's Ben, I'm still here with you. Just open your eyes – open them and look at me, please."
It's no use. She has slipped off, and she's slipping deeper; I can see it. And there's nothing I can do. This isn't fair. None of this is fair. I'm programmed to love, and Tiana is who I love, but she keeps slipping deeper away from me.
I feel the tears in my eyes. They're as real as anything.
I have to remember this. She wanted me to remember this.
I have to remember our story.
I wipe my tears.
I remember I love her.
I remember she made me feel I belonged when I didn't even understand how lost I was.
I remember laughing.
I remember her blue hair – the same blue as mine.
I remember all this snow.
I remember her sleeping. I haven't looked away, and I won't.
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Short StoryIt's 2040, and 18-year-old Tiana admits to sleeping through most of her life. But Ben woke her up. How could he not? All those scars intrigued her. They may be an odd couple, but being cast as some sort of Romeo and Juliet never made much sense...
