These are very old, but I worte them for a dear friend Loony-Luna-Lovegood-98 ^^ This is for you!
She lies awake with her eyes closed; thinking harder than she possibly has in her life. She knows she has no other choice, but she can't help wondering...
Slowly, she looks around in the darkness and sees he is gone. She gasps, starting to panic. Not wanting to wake everyone else up, she quietly throws off her blankets and stands up. Dizzy as this action makes her, she already feels better.
Then she sees him, on his knees on the floor, his eyes glued shut. He is concentrating so hard he doesn't even notice she is up. She walks over to him silently. It sounds like feathers walking on clouds, that is how silent she wants to be. She kneels beside him and takes his hand.
He suddenly opens his eyes and turns his head toward her. She smiles weakly and takes his hand and squeezes it, marvels at how his completely swallows hers. He smiles back, and then she knows, she just knows, this is the right thing to do.
They both close their eyes and kneel on the floor together in the darkness of the night, only asking for one thing:
For more life.
He says, Is Buck alright up there? We really miss him. I know it's my fault. Why didn't I listen to him better?
The crickets are chirping outside, and a hooting owl sends her stomach pitching into her throat. Fix me, she says, if there really is anyone up there listening, please fix me. Give us more time. We don't got much left.
I can't do this anymore.
Baby, don't start that.
No, I mean it, I'm so sick of this.
What are we supposed to do?
Silence.
Honey-
I don't know!
You know we have no choice. We gotta keep moving.
But it's not fair.
Like hell it ain't fair. But what else can we do? We ain't gonna be let off with life in prison. There's no way we'll get past the chair now.
After a moment...
Damn it all!
Why don't you go on home to Momma, Baby? You probably wouldn't get more than ninety-nine years. Texas hasn't sent a woman to the chair yet, and I'd send in my recommendation for leniency.
Laughter. Everything was smooth again.
Or, at least, as smooth as it could possibly be.
It is quiet, and the air is so clean that it sparkles. But it is much too quiet for her. The silence has a certain spongy quality, something that makes her want to claw her ears off. She looks down at her hands. She folds them. Unfolds them. Folds them again, and they stay like that, like hands in a prayer. What's taking you so long, Honey? Where are you?
She raises her head and looks as far as she can into the darkness. Squints her eyes. She sees nothing, hears nothing but the chirping of the crickets. She never realized until that moment how loud they really are.
Nearly half an hour has gone by, from her calculations. Please come on, please Sweetheart, please...
Then she hears footsteps way off in the distance, crunching the leaves. A wave of relief washes over her, and she honks the car's horn, like she has done a dozen times. She has done this before, nothing bad can happen now. They're home free.
BEEP! BEEEEEP! Her heart is racing. BEEEEEEEEP!
Come on, Honey, hurry, please hurry. Don't let it happen. Don't let today be the day.
BEEEEP! BEEEEEEEEEEEEP!