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Will she ever know, that I breathe for her; that what made what happened bearable was her. And even if she does, will she ever care, for Diana is Diana, and she never cares. Caine's walk from the mineshaft to Coates. Spoilers for Gone.
Disclaimer: I don't own gone, and I don't own the title, Each Step is a song by Heather Dail.
Each step
Each step is its own form of torture, both physically and mentally. It pulls at every one of my bones, every one of my muscles. But more than that, it pulls at my head. Images of terrible things, of flames, buildings crashing down, and that thing in the middle, that monster. I bite my cheek to stop the tears. I will not cry, I can't cry, for crying is a weakness.
All my life, I've fought weaknesses, fought it with more force than I ever showed my dear brother. But in there, in the darkness's looming presence, I knew I was weak, am weak. But she is not. Diana is not. She is strong, and it is for her that I pull on, to reach for her; to love her.
I don't know if she will ever reciprocate my feelings, but looking at her, thinking of her, is just about enough to make me go on. I wipe at the ever persistent tears, that won't seem to leave me alone. I rub my filthy hands across my eyes, and when I pull them down, they're wet, not with water, which I now crave, but with tears. Bitter tears of regret. Why didn't I do more to gain the town? I could have, could have just killed Sam as soon as I could. It would have been the smart thing, but Diana's the smart one. Not me. At this thought the tears run more freely down my cheeks. I see the gates ahead now, and pull them open. I drag myself inside, and, with shaking hands, pull them shut. I go to where I know the horn resides, and pull it sharply.
And then I see her, see Diana, the girl I love. I move towards her, not attempting to hide my tears, and fall to my knees. She will never know, but I will. She will never know what drew me out of that shaft, across that desert. It wasn't me, no, it wasn't. And not even the darkness could draw me; only she could. She's the only person I have ever loved, and I love her more than she could ever know.
Dry your eyes,
It's no cause to weep,
The weather is fine,
And the road isn't steep,
The world is still round,
My compass is true,
Each step is a step back to you.
Authors note: I know it's ridiculously short, but… Yeah, there it is. Bye now, and please review,
Gia
P.S. Thanks to Catchingfire75 for betaing this story!