Only Love Can Kill Me... (A One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 36 - Nightly Conversations

They all nodded in agreement.

Silence encased everything in tension. A light touch of added pressure would surely break us all. Hoping for the best, but expecting the worse. The shroud that had hidden that saying’s meaning from me all these years was finally pulled down, revealing the naked, gruesome truth behind it.

It’s probably hopeless.

We’re probably going to fail.

And we’re probably going to die.

Chapter 36 – Nightly Conversations

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"Stop judging by mere appearances, but instead judge correctly." - John 7:24

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[Isla’s POV]

                How does it feel, anticipation? The dreading trepidation towards something mixed with a pinch of optimism that your worst case scenarios won’t actually happen? The weighing and analysing probability that those nightmares will actually happen and not only were your lives at stake, but the fate of the realms as well? Not at stake – sealed. The fate of the realms and the living state of our souls in this world were sealed if we ceased to succeed tomorrow.

                I guess that wasn’t something everybody feels – even me – on a daily basis.

                When you put yourself in my shoes though, there’s that selfish little sound inside you saying your life is the only one that really matters, and if you die, who bloody cares about the rest of the world, even Arric? Everyone dies. So what? Selfish, but honest.    

                This was depressing.

                Really, really depressing.

                I thumped my forehead on my hugged knees and shut my eyes as the midnight wind whipped me with its icy tendrils as I sat, bare and cold, inside out.

                And then there was a matter of Mom.

                If I couldn’t get the Crystals tomorrow, then I would never get a second chance with her. I would never be able to meet her or make up for what I did. But then again, I wouldn’t get the chance if I was dead as well.

                Mom, why is life so hard? I asked. Why do I get myself into these types of situations?

                I raised my head and looked up at the world.

                As depressing and futile as it was, I didn’t want to die, considering I actually could. If I could, I wouldn’t lean my body outwards and let myself drop off this cliff. It was easier – but I didn’t want that. The primal urge to survive was what drove me to be strong. That and the need for me to make my parents happy and to keep Arric alive. The blanketing reason being the guilt that was eating inside me.

                What was I thinking? There was only one way out of this, and that was to face whatever was going to happen tomorrow. I didn’t even know if the Wanderers were really teaming up, if they were really that powerful, if they were even after the Crystals and annihilation.

                I didn’t know.

                The view was astounding, and I guess that was what kept me sane. The night sky was so calm with stars so numerous I lost count. Far away behind the fog on top of the world, the ocean hung upside down, leapt and roared, murmuring in their waters, gossiping about what was to happen above and below them. Far below the forest was quiet, overpowered by the world above the ocean – the world where the Cliffs of Hongurai rested.