"I miss the sun." She pushed the blinds back in their hole in the wall apartment and sighed. "The clean air, it's all ash now. I can smell the dead."
"How many days?" he asked, trying the cuff once more, but failing. "Are you sure we're all that's left?"
"Nine hundred and twenty," she whispered and turned. "And yes, there is no one else, Edward. Have you been waiting for a savior? Do you really think I'd let them take you away?"
He winced at her harsh look, his insides crawling as something skittered over her greying skin.
"Are we safe here?" he asked, rolling his eyes at himself. No one was safe anymore, least of all him.
She giggled and flopped down beside him as the cold edge of steel drifted up his leg.
"Are you ashamed of me?" She looked up at him through dirty lashes and bright blue eyes.
There was hope there. Deep inside of her, and he wanted to squash it as much as he wanted to fuel it.
He bit back a snarl and slammed his head against the wall, sighing as she snuggled up close.
"Sleep, Bella."