Chase's Prologue
How had it come to this? To this complete and utter lack of normalcy in my life?
I suppose I had no one to blame but myself. No one else had erred like I had on the path that led me here where we all stood on the brink of death. I could hear someone weeping, low and hard, but I didn't want to know who was still afraid. Yes, we all knew it was over, and I had come to terms with it.
Stupid, stupid mistakes. If only we were dying for some greater cause, but no, it all came down to being in the wrong place at the wrong time. It all boiled down to promises that shouldn't have been made and friendships that shouldn't have flourished.
We were caught in the middle of a desperate fight without a way to protect ourselves from the inevitable.
She was at my side, her beautiful face contorted with anger and crushing sorrow. The feeling of her cold, marble hand encased in my shaking one reminded me of what I had to lose. I couldn't help it; a sharp gasp hissed through my clenched teeth and she turned to me, her seraphic face anguished.
She did not have to stand here and calmly face her own demise. Why didn't she flee from this horror while there was still hope for her? I opened my mouth to say something but her finger was fast, laying itself against my lips to silence me.
"I'm not going anywhere," she said simply, sweetly.
"I know," I replied, although that wasn't what I meant to say.
And hand in hand, we turned to face our doom.