The Beauty In Our Blaze

I don't think that the human body is stable enough to handle the choices that we often make. It's like a slave, overpowered and overruled by a relentless conscience. I didn't understand that until the sun set this evening. As the pounding in my chest grew the anticipation of my uncertain death slowly corrupted my subconscious inner being. We live in a society that doesn't take consideration for anyone. If only we would've figured that out sooner. Maybe we would've had the chance to see tomorrow, but life is an unfortunate reality that we can't hide from. Oddly enough, were trying to do it anyway.
"Come bak to me wAnnalie"I was reminded of the other presence as I was broken from my thoughts. Niall's face had lost all color, I wonder if I share the same look. "No, I don't know maybe". Truth is I'm probably terrified, but there is too much adrenaline going through my veins to feel anything right now. He looked down at our feet. Closed in the small proximity of a closet I could still see his face. "We'll make it out of this". He took my hands in his and lightly pressed his lips against the back of my palms. "What if we don't, our chances are so slim it's practically impossible. We're on the brink of death and instead of running we're hiding". I could see his eyes darken in defeat. Even he knew this was impossible, but for my sake he's being hopeful. "Promise me something Niall". He looked down to meet my gaze. "Promise me if anything happens, it's both of us or neither of us". He looked at me for a second and then sighed. "Both of us or neither of us". The last thing I felt was Niall pull me behind his body as the blood curling sond of the front door to the house we were hiding in shatter to pieces.