Sometimes the world could be so bad. Life could be so unrelenting. So cold. The frigidity of the ship, the constant texture of metal beneath my hand, the way the council were so eager to supply bullets but yet so unwilling to give their soldiers anything more appetizing to eat. The fear and the tension of fighting a war all bottled up inside a fighter's body. So overwhelming. But when Neo opened his eyes after we'd thrown the EMP switch, after I'd thrown my body over his, after I'd given to him my heart in just a few words, I had never found life so beautifully good. I'm not afraid anymore. Do you know why? Because I love you. So beautiful, the anti climax from the edge of death for us all, the return from death for Neo. We looked at each other for the first time. We had seen each other before, of course, but that was the first time that we had shared the same gaze, purposefully.

Oh god how long I had wanted to stare at him! Or rather how badly I had wanted him to stare back at me. I had tried not to, I had tried to act as nonchalant as if I was simply his colleague. Instead of a woman scared out of her mind. Scared of something that seemed to be unavoidable, scared because it was something unavoidable. So it was such a relief to look at him, to see his eyes focus on me, to see his body reanimating itself. He was alive. He is the One. I knew that he finally believed that himself.

TO BE CONTINUED.*horns blowing*..hope you enjoy this sure to be angst ridden piece. I love angst and tension! Bisse xx