Was it You?

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So it looks like there MIGHT  be a sequel. It's gonna take a while to be out, though, because making a cover takes time on my dad's phone, which I only get like 3 minutes on everyday. I might need to wait till Thanksgiving break.

But do you want a sequel or should this book just be really long?

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I stay silent, holding Rowan close to me when thunder strikes.

I hear nothing but the wind rushing in my ears and his voice.

Go rattle the stars.

I stay quiet, not making a sound of surprise when there's a thud and something, or rather someone heavy drops onto the top of this Quinjet.

I know who it is.

I can't bring myself to feel anything.

The only thing I hear when I hear the thunder is "I'm not overly fond of what follows."

Do I care? No.

I used to love that line, along with many others. Now all I feel is a dulled sense of hate, clouded rage, and grief has made me too weak to act upon it.

When Dad sees what one can see of my obscured expression and asks if I'm okay, I ignore him.

I'm so... numb.

I miss Rowan.

Then Aelin decides to come back.

What happened?

Her voice is quiet. I ignore her, too.

Are you okay?

I shake my head, making the others looks at me, because no one's said anything.

I barely glance up when Thor grabs Loki by the neck and flies out.

Then I hear someone say something--I think it's Rogers--say something about the Tesseract being lost.

I don't interfere.

What makes me look up is my dad flying out of the Quinjet in his suit after Thor.

I notice the ring, clenched so tightly in my hand for such a long time that my palm has a pair of hearts imprinted on it.

I slowly pick up the ring and put it on, and I stroke Rowan's bloodstained hair.

Not a single breath comes from his once-full-of-life body, now unmoving.

And my heart shatters yet again.

Romanoff lands the jet in the forest, and in the distance, I see lightning, and then a tremor. And all is quiet.

Then Rogers, Dad, Thor, and Loki are all back on the jet.

I look at them numbly.

My emotions died with Rowan.

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