Chapter Five
Ariadne woke with a jolt, but she knew that she couldn't waste any time if she meant to outrun Arthur. She yanked out the IV hooking her up to the PASIV, then jumped up and began to rush for her shoes and her jacket. She was just returning to the couch when Arthur woke up. He, too, yanked out his IV, and began to question her, but she simply grabbed the PASIV, disregarding the loose string, and ran out the door, down the stairs to the exit of her dingy apartment building, and out into the Parisian streets.
She ran as fast she can, harder than she had ever in her life, but before she had even finished the street she heard Arthur chasing after her—fine Italian shoes resounding on cobblestone, yells attracting attention from the bewildered passerby. She kept running, though—as fast as she could, to her favorite park across the street.
After nearly being run over twice, harassed by several old ladies four times, and feeling like he had to cough up a lung, Arthur finally caught up with Ariadne.
She was standing on the edge of the Seine in her favorite park, gazing into it's enormous depths, when he caught up to her.
"What...exactly...are...you doing...here?" gasped Arthur, still breathless from the run.
Ariadne, panting, looked over at him. "Fixing you," she replied.
"Ari, I don't know if-"
She put a hand on his shoulder. "I know," she whispered, "and that's all you, or I, need to know."
She kissed him gently, then turned toward the gushing river, pulled the arm that held the PASIV back, and flung it into the Seine.
She turned back to Arthur. "I love you, and we're going to make it through this. I'm going to help you dream again, because we both can't handle the sight of each other dependent on this PASIV thing. For that I'm infinitely grateful."
Arthur smiled softly. "Je t'aime aussi, mon Ariadne."
Ariadne leaned toward him, kissed him again, and whispered in his ear: "Non! Je ne regrette rien. Car ma vie, car mes joies. Aujourd'hui ça commence avec toi!"
Ariadne began to have regular dreams in about half a year. Arthur began to have them in about one and a half. Their totems began to leave their totems by their beside tables.
They only ever touched a PASIV for special occasions; for the occasional, irresistible job. They didn't like it half as much as dreaming in their crammed, untidy apartment, curled up in bed with one another.
I regret nothing
Neither the good that I've done nor the bad
All this is much the same to me!
No! Absolutely nothing...
No! I regret nothing...
It is paid, swept away, forgotten
I don't care about the past!
With my souvenirs
I lit a fire
My sorrows, my pleasures
I need them no more!
No! Absolutely nothing...
No! I regret nothing...
Because my life, because my joys
Today that begins with you!
Author's Note: the End! I hope you enjoyed it and leave a review. The lyrics don't belong to me, but are instead sung beautifully by Edith Paif. I found this song, despite being awesome and incorporated fantastically into the movie Inception, describes not only Mol and Domm, but Arthur and Ariadne; at least here.
Hopefully this and the last chapter made sense to you; it made sense in my head but I hope I didn't rush through it. Please leave a review and tell me what you think!
FRENCH TRANSLATIONS:
"Je t'aime aussi, mon Ariadne"-I love you too, my Araidne
"Non! Je ne regrette rien. Car ma vie, car mes joies. Aujourd'hui ça commence avec toi!-No, I don't regret anything. Because my life, because my joys, begin today with you!