wishes

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The characters in this story do not belong to me. Ha. Thanks to my sister.

WISHES

So this is how it feels like not to be in the real and not in the make-believe either. So this is how it feels to have her close, and not just close, her skin is pressing against mine. She tilts her head and whispers something in my ear; I can't hear her. I just wish it'd always been like this.

When was the last time she was this close to me? Just a few hours ago, at breakfast, but then she was just forced to sit down next to me because Neo took her place at the table. And the last time she touched me? Just yesterday, when she almost pushed Mouse and me off the ship. I don't remember why. Such a short time ago and I've already forgotten.

Sad, what happened to Mouse. He was such a brave kid. And now…

No. Listen to her breathe. She says something. Silence. I can't see her face anymore. I can't hear her voice. Where am I? I'm not in the real or in the dream. She's crying; I know she is, but whether she's crying because of me or of fear I don't know. It's good not to know…I wish she'd stop crying. Feeling her cry makes me more afraid.

She moves. The rough cloth of her shirt scratches my face. I just wish I had enough time to talk to her. I just wish I wouldn't die this way. I just wish I had enough time to touch her, or to say sorry for whatever stupid things I had done. I just wish I could see the world free. I wish I had told her a long time ago…

I don't know. Wishes don't come true.

Everything's gone.

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October 21, 1999

Melaine