Cold night silence was reigning over the waters of the lake, as they were lazily sailed by casual ripples.
The boat slowly pathed forward, as if reflecting its passengers' odd thoughts.
The two of them knew, despite everything.
They knew that this calm they were living in would soon be struck by a violent storm.
They knew that the unbreakable flowing of time would soon remember them, that the wheel of fate would make them dance like puppets once again.
In that lapse of time they had spent with their past selves, it had seemed only natural to forget their present.
But that period had been short, and as fleeting as the warm winds in autumn.
Black and red lights shone and danced on the vague mirror of the lake, merging and clashing in the foam, as the two leant over to look at their reflections.
They had left the boat adrift, without even trying to row, gifting it with the unpredictable trail of their souls; they knew that, sooner or later, the calm waves would drag them back to reality.
Now the shore was getting nearer fast, and the dark shapes of their weapons stuck in the ground were waiting for them like tragic omens from the undefined future.
With a final, tired smile on their lips, they tried to touch upon the eels swimming under the surface of the lake. They had done that every day, in the past few weeks.
Just one last moment to remember their lost days together, and then the hull of the boat cut into the muddy bank.
His eyes had lost their usual brightness, but still he smiled.
The weight of his awareness clouded them with a veil of desperation, but there was no hate in his gaze. It was just… Resignation.
The girl looked at him, her face drowned in fear and waver, her tears streaming relentlessly from the reddened eyes.
He nodded, showing off a confidence that both of them knew as false.
Cissnei turned her back to him. She closed her eyes. She drew her gun.
A single shot resounded in the woods.