Remember - E.D.

The Sunday sunlight gleaming on her pale dry skin, as she closes her light blue eyes. She smiles.
"It's real pretty in the mornings here, isn't it?" She asked the boy standing on her left.
He glances down at her. She's laying on a blanket, it seems old. Like a family quilt, traditional. The colors are vibrant. Lots of yellows and oranges. She seems so relaxed, her long brown hair cascades on the quilt, clashing.
"Yeah, it's peaceful."
She sits up, "Why are you still here?" Looking up at him with curious intent, "You could be home, not running. You could be normal, but here you are, with me. Why?" She explains, looking into the sky.
He sighs as he sits down on the quilt, " It's easier with you. I feel safe."
"But you're not" she argues, "You know tha-"
He cuts her off, grabbing her hand, tightly, "You know that doesn't matter anymore, I'm here. And I'm gonna stay here."