I just finished reading the trilogy and coudn't stop, coudn't keep myself away from this extraodinary storie, so I wrote a fic. I tried to do it the closest way possible to the Patrick Ness's writting way. Hope that you like! I'll try to post the next chapter as soon as possible (reviews will make is faster, ya know?) 8D Wanna post it in Portuguese too, the language that I speack. See ya!

EDIT: I corrected some tiny mistakes that some pointed in the reviews. Thankyou everyone that pointed! (oh, gosh, my English is just terrible, I'm so sorry xD) I finally started writing the second chapter so I hope it'll be posted soon.

{ V i o l a }

I am in the last page–

The last words that just ends with "and oh, my beaultiful boy"–

Just the last ones that make me sigh of tiredeness and a dried throat–

Tiredeness and dryness that would never stop me from reading–

From reading for him–

Him–

Todd–

My Todd–

"Calm down, Viola" I say to myself. Because I've had lack of sleep since then, since that day, when he got shot, when 1017 – the Sky – shoot him, when he went black, and silent, and totally quiet–

And dead–

Almost dead–

But just for a moment–

Because he is alive, and he's bloody going to wake up, because it's what Ben said so, it's what he keeps saying to me every time he come to see his son and to see me and give news about the outside of the scout ship to me even though I can hear the Noise of the Spackle and the men coming from every directions outside asking and answering and talking and showing information. Even though hear them is enought, I found out that having Ben near is good to make my hope don't fade away–

Don't vanish–

Don't die–

(just like he almost did–)

Hope that I grab so fasten, so boldly that I can't–

I just can't help but think that it will brake into pieces sometime just by my tightened hug–

And I bloody know that I can't do this because if I do then Todd will breake too–

(won't he–?)

Because I'm so desperate that I can't stop calling him–

Because that's what I do–

Because that's what we do–

(don't we–?)

I call for him–

He calls for me back–

Over and over and over–

Even now, even tired, even dried in the throat, even hungry in the stomach, even thirsty in the mouth–

I keep calling for him–

Over and over and over–

Even though I know I'm dropping asleep–

I'm calling for him–

With all I have–

I am calling–

"Todd"