FEARLESS | vi. "He's a reaper. How is that even possible?"
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A week had passed since Darius died and Reyna wasn't feeling any better. She spent every day laying in bed not doing anything. Her friends came and kept her company in her room, they brought her food but she never really felt hungry. She didn't care about anything, it was hard to.
She had nothing left to give. After she'd lost Rose and her dad and been sent to prison, she'd pieced herself back together in the SkyBox. And when she'd come here, she'd been foolish enough to think that the final piece was in place. Foolish enough to think, just for a moment, that she could get away with being happy.
But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.
Reyna awoke in a bed that had once been hers, her old living quarters, but somehow no longer felt that way. There was something missing in the world, something vital. She arose from the depths of slumber, and it took her a long moment to sort out what had changed.
Darius was gone.
She had to remind herself every day. Because every time she woke up she would try to snuggle up to him, but the other side of the bed was empty and Darius was dead.
Reality opened wide and swallowed her whole.
She didn't move from the bed.
She knew the day was drifting along because of the shifting light on the wall of the bedroom. She knew the world still passed by, unaffected by the death of a young man, unaware that he'd ever existed and breathed and loved her. She hated the world for continuing on. If she never left this bed, this room, maybe she'd never have to continue on with it.
The memory of his face was already blurring. Had his eyes been more golden brown, or soil brown? She couldn't remember. And she'd never get the chance to find out.
Never to see that half smile. Never to hear his laugh, never to hear him say her name like it meant something special.
She didn't want to go out into a world where he didn't exist. So she watched the light shift and change, and let the world pass by without her.
Someone was speaking outside her door. Three men with low voices. The rumble of them shook her from sleep to find the room was dark, the lights from outside glowing beyond the windows.
