Luke's POV
What to say to her? Do I reassure her? Do I tell her the truth, or what she wants to hear? Are the two any different? I wonder why I brought it up but then I never could lie convincingly. She had to know.
"He's closer," I said, "Other than that they are mostly the same."
Katana turned and faced me. She took off her shawl and folded it in her arms.
"Is that why you think it'll be tonight?"
"I just..."
"You've had the dreams before," Katana said, the confident tone starting to return,
"They've been in your head for years. So why tonight, why now?"
"I told you, Katana, he's closer. That has to mean something."
"It means nothing, Luke," Katana said, "Nothing. It doesn't mean you're going to die tonight. Or next year. Or in the next five years."
Five past eleven. Fifty five minutes.
"What happens in your dream," she said, "you said he is closer?"
I nodded.
"It's always the same to begin with," I said, the image forming in my head. "I'm on the beach. The sand is hot, the sun is bearing down. It makes the sand look white, like snow."
I'm there. I've left my home. I'm standing on the beach. My feet feel the warmth of the sand. The wind is roaring around me, grass on the dunes shake wildly. Whispering to each other secrets of what they have seen here. I can hear Claire's voice. She is with me, but I can't see her.
What can you see?
Her voice rises above the wind, but it is soft, comforting.
I call her name, but still I am alone. There is no one else here. I call out her name again.
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Last Wish
Fanfiction"It's always the same to begin with," I said. "I'm on the beach. The sand is hot, the sun is bearing down. It makes the sand look white, like snow."
