Here we are, together. The three of us, so imperfect by ourselves. The brain, the brave, the misfit. And here we are again, on the brink of some not-so-distant death, the three of us so close to being torn away.
You. The quiet, the reclusive. You always seemed older than you were. You always had that weariness in your eyes, because you were thrust into a world you never wanted to be a part of. You had to fight and struggle because others wanted you to, not because you wanted the destiny they set before you. And still you did it and you suffered, silently, the weight of the world's expectations bringing you down. It was a burden heavier than books, heavier than the weariness of sleepless nights, heavier than the stacks of futile research that never really got you anywhere.
You've wished for somebody to take the burden away. Here you are, before me.
You. The courageous, the bold. You were always innocent, always a laughing child even in the face of danger. You fought for yourself and fought for your friends. You ran like a maniac and there was always a smile on your face. And you ran, but you never found what you were looking for. The world was catching up to you, and still you ran faster. It hurt. You knew you couldn't outrun the pain of growing up, but you ignored the fact because you could.
And still you run, and your path has led you here. Here you are, before me.
And me. The strange, the intuitive. I have worked and dreamed and wished. I know that hopes are only things we make up to make ourselves feel better. I know that dreaming is just another way of saying "wishful thinking" and, well, wishes never do come true. But what did I do? I followed those dreams, those empty words and wishes and once-upon-a-times. And here I stand, here I stand with the two of you, because I was too foolish to realize that I'm just a child in the way of the world.
My endless dreaming, my foolish desires- they've led me here. Here I am, before you.
And around us, pillars crumble and the world shakes beneath our feet. The brave one takes my hand in his. The quiet one stands his ground and shields me from the world. And I look up and see the sky shatter, until all those futile attempts to dream fall in shards around my feet.
I see the earth start to give way. We hold each other close, a triangle. The thinker, the fighter, the dreamer. If destiny led us here, I question why, why we had to suffer so much. If our lives had to end now, why did we even bother trying to please the world?
The tears fly in every direction as the universe splits in two, the time and space that divide our world from the others tearing apart and sending the three of us to the floor. Shattered, I feel the brave one tremble. His nails cut into the palm of my hand as he clutches it, gasping. I see the quiet one throw himself over us, as if some stupid instinct has told him to do so, as the world cuts into him and the crimson of his blood paints the floor.
And I think, No, no. This can't be happening. But I can't move, I'm powerless, I'm weak. The brave one has strength, the quiet one has wisdom.
All I have are dreams. Stupid, stupid dreams. The wishes of one girl can't save the world.