"Is there anything out there for me? Is there anything inside?" Those were the last words I heard from her, and that was half an hour ago, when they were entering the tower.
She had been pulling on her clothes for so long, it surprised me that her dress didn't have holes in it. She had stopped a while ago, when I asked her to stop; she should be careful with her things, it's not like she had many. They were alone now, only one more person in that place that was downstairs. I was just there sitting still, very still... I could feel her eyes glued to the ceiling, looking at nothing and everything like she did always, just that this time was entirely different. Thankfully, she kept breathing, but he could see her face white as the pale shell paint she had used to make some clouds in the wall near the kitchen. I tried to keep her warm and pressed my body to her own, but instead I adapted to her temperature and became so cold, I was afraid I would have to cut my tail due to hypothermia. I was scared she would let go, so scared her chest would stop moving up and down, ever so slowly.
I kept thinking I had no one else, except this blue innocent girl that had been able to accept my tiny greenish self as her friend. I mean, this girl could cross borders and horizons before even leaving this place! She was not meant to just go between tears, like she was doing; but if she wasn't going to keep fighting, then I would for her. So I grabbed one of her fingers with my tail, ever so tightly. I was her anchor. She could go now and dive in the deep of herself, wherever she felt safe; and that was exactly what I was doing when she moved. She pulled a purple cloth from her dress. I wondered what it was but then remembered she had been crying, so she might just had to use a kleenex or something.
She looked at the cloth, then at the ceiling. She sighed, and I relaxed, she wasn't obviously doing it on purpose but the way she breathed made me nervous, she could stop anytime. She looked again at the cloth, then at the ceiling, then back to the cloth looking afterwards to the ceiling. I watched her every move, cautious enough not to distract her. Then she focused her eyes, and it was clear she had found what she had been looking for.