We know what we are // But know not who we may be
(𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘈𝘌)
"You're gonna fight them...ain't you?" she asked, her voice barely rising above a whisper.
Riff didn't answer. Didn't even look at her.
Letting out a disappointed sigh, her eyes found the moon again, attempting to find solace in something that was so very far away.
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚, 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪?" she finally dared to ask.
Riff looked over at her in surprise, but she was still staring at the sky.
"What's there to think about?"
An annoyed huff escaped her lips.
"I don't know. Finding hobbies? Pursuing your dreams? Growing up?" she listed exasperatedly.
Riff laughed, but this time it was void of any real amusement.
"𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 '𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥' 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙜𝙪𝙮𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚."
*The only thing I own is Erin and her story. All other characters, script dialogue and plot points belong to Steven Spielberg, Tony Kushner, Leonard Bernstein, Stephen Sondheim, and Arthur Laurents.
