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──── ' fellas, i think i time travelled '──── [CH. XVII] ✦ ˚
" bipolar much. "
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THE BREEZE PASSES OPHIRA BY LIKE a mid-winter kiss.
A fluid silence also passes between Five and Ophira as they traverse the street. The stillness is filled by passersby, those who take in the scenery without comprehensible knowledge of their future demise. In just a few days, to be told. The ridge of Ophira's chest expands with breath, savouring the breath running through their lungs.
"You were alive."
Five's voice sounds foreign, strained with an emotion Ophira can't distinguish. The girl raises their head, eyes poised toward the boy at their side. Of course, Five makes a point of deciding that the pristine mound of his leather-bound shoes is more interesting than Ophira's face.
He continues nevertheless.
"Barely. You were the only one that wasn't immediately struck dead. I don't know why. You put up a good fight, vines were everywhere, but they were charred and burnt."
Five pauses a moment, inclining his head upward.
"I tried to save you, Ophira."
The fashion in which the burnt sienna of Five's hues ran flux against Ophira's own mustered something incomprehensible. Something passed in between them in the process. Ophira's breath halted in the centre of their throat at the heat that runs cold under their skin.
