She looks at me with intense seriousness and sadness. Why? Perhaps because she knew it might've been the last time she'd ever see me again. Alive. Or dead. She was sitting in the seat in front of me but was turned around, facing me while we were on the bus. We were both quiet and still. For the most part.
As we silently stared into one another eyes and rode the bus that took us to fates, finally, one of us spoke for the first time in two whole hours, "Listen, Aliyah," I sighed unhappily, "you and I both know well of our current situation. Therefore, I will be blunt and up-front. This may be our last time ever seeing each other. Well alive that is. So I will take no chances, I am going to tell you how I truly feel...about us." We have been together for almost three years now before the invasion of the Go-Lahu and before they began taking over the Mass Provinces. "We have been together through it all: the murdering of our families, the destruction of our homes, so on and so forth. But through all of this chaos, do you know what I have realized? What I have finally, just now come to see, now of all times? Now, as we are possibly sharing our last moments together?"
"What is that?" Aliyah asked me in her angelic voice that I loved so. "Tell me, Demetrius, what have you realized?"
The bus that held us captive and prisoner began to decelerate at a high speed. Time was running out, and quickly. I had to tell her my revelation and I had to do it as quick as possible. I've realized that I took a deep breath. Taking up both of her hands in my own, the bus came to a screeching halt, sending everyone one of us captives hurling forward into the seat in front of us. "Shh," Aliyah says in a soothing Angelic voice, "Say no more, I know what you mean. I love you, too, Demetrius. And I swear on my honor that this will not be our last time seeing one another. I promise to you that we will cross paths again." That was it! She'd finally told me her love for me! After two years and seven and a half months, now it was my time to return the favor,
"Aliyah," Before I could say anything else, three of the many captors on the bus approached us. One of them ferociously took a hand full of my Aliyah's beautiful twenty-inch thin braids and violently yanked her up out of her seat. She desperately reached out for me, screaming my name out of fear and pain. Standing up, I attempted to go to her aid, that is, until the butt of an AR15 fully automatic assault rifle belonging to the captor standing behind me, and hit me so hard that I blacked out, only half-hearing my Aliyah scream for me over the ringing in my ears. Then...
Curtains.
