Titanium

Part 16-Hana

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Hana:

Lena and Alex spring apart from each other, untangling themselves from the other as Lena comes over to me. 

I am taken back to that fateful summer when we spent countless days and nights together. Our little team against the world. For those two months I - I think we all did - completely thought that maybe just maybe we could beat it. It was delusional, I know, but it was a hope I had. But as soon as the real world came smashing down around us, the hope dwindled. We realized that no matter how hard we fought for it, the world would always win. For the better or for the worst. I'm still not sure if I'm okay with that. 

But right now, that hop sparks in me again. Our team is back together, and I can already tell that we are fighting that fight against the world again. Portland still isn't free - not even close - but out here it is. And we are free to fight for whatever we feel needs deserves it. And maybe, just maybe this time the world will shoe mercy. Maybe this time we will win. 

"Hey," Lena says, dragging out the word. Her eyes shine with tears on the brim of flowing over and I get the sudden urge to wrap her in a hug like I did all those years ago when she was upset about her mom. "So, I have to go to see Raven, and if there is anyone you should talk to about staying here-" a small smile curls on her lip as she says this and I just know that she feels it too; this rising hope. "-it's Tack and Raven. So why don't you come?" 

"Okay," I say looking at Alex over Lena. He nods at me, telling me it is okay to go. Lena seems to be more okay with me being her then she was earlier, but I can see in her eyes that keep jumping around the room, she is still unsure. Growing slightly on the idea maybe, - feeling that eternal hope - but still unsure. 

"But first..." Lena says, bending down to where the remains on my wedding dress hangs in dirtied tatters. The only thing that in anyway connects me to my old life. Well, that and the cure that runs through my veins. The cure that seems to be more of a disease. She pulls out a small pocket knife and I grin. We used to do this all the time with our old clothes. Cut them up, make them into something they never were before. We were going to have to throw them away anyways - or pass them on in Lena's case, so she usually cut mine - so why not have a little fun with it before? "This needs o be fixed."

She cuts the dress just above my knee, so all the shreds and dirtied pieces are covering the floor around us. Then she moves to the sleeves, being careful not to cut me by accident. The sleeves come off entirely and then Lena stands up. 

"There," she says, a satisfied look on her face as she examines her handiwork. "That wedding dress really was a mess."

I laugh a little, tentatively. "Yeah, it really was. Thank you."

"No problem," she says and our conversation begins to go back to that awkward I'm-not-really-sure-about-you stage. "Let's go." 

Alex says something about staying here to clean up the place a bit and Lena nods, leading me out the door. I feel light, one of the ties to my past life gone. Now all I have to do is hope the other will soon follow it. 

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