"Are we going to make it?"
Trapped underneath the wreckage,
You took that one last breath of fresh air.
You wanted to tell her,
Tell her it will be all right.
You couldn't bring yourself up to it.
The last bit of hope in her eyes,
Darkened as she waits for an answer, a guarantee, a validation there's still hope in sight.
The sound of a match being struck and the smell of gasoline,
Gives the indication you'll perish in the sweltering flame.
You raise your head, you look around.
Your arms have lost all feeling from the debris pinning you down.
She helplessly stares ahead, bond by chains and pins hooked to a wall. Her quiver and arrows spotted from afar.
You wish that you could tell her everything would be all right; you can pass through objects without failing.
But realization takes effect; the mission was destined to fail.
The air around grows thick with sulfur,
You see the tears form under her eyes.
You wanted to comfort her, but the voice inside you told you not to speak.
For the vows spoken would be a lie.
She struggles, she fights,
She screams your name,
Knowing death is inexorable.
"W-" You murmur, making one more attempt to speak.
She stops what she's doing, peering at the remnants of the pillars leaving you immobilized.
"We won't be okay." You managed to say. "It's only a matter of time before we pass away."
"It'll be okay." She smiled weakly, her words barely recognized as a whisper; you take her words to heart as the flame engulfs the surrounding area. "After all, there's no turning back. This isn't a failsafe."
"See you on the other side."