Damaged People: The Last Waltz
Chapter Eight:
World of Delusion, that Last Waltz
Alice woke up, sitting up in bed abruptly. She felt a cool cloth fall onto her lap, and stared at it, thinking nothing. Then everything came back. She must have had a fever, then. Was it all a dream? Her one love in life... was it all a fever haze?
"A world of delusion..." she stated bitterly, almost shocked at how her own voice sounded. She was alone in her room, in a world not born from her mind. She was in a boring world, with less light now than ever before- because the Hatter wasn't in it. She burst into tears at the realization she would never see him again, and suddenly a pale finger reached out and caught her first tear. Alice's eyes widened impossibly; she couldn't believe it! But there he was.
"You- You're here?" She wasn't sure if this was some further cruelty from her overactive imagination... but when he took her smaller hand in his, she knew it was real.
"I won't say I'd die for you... But I'll die with you. I couldn't leave you alone like that..."
Alice couldn't find words to say that would express her feelings right now, nor could she find her voice even if she had. But she flew out of her bed and into his arms- and maybe, just maybe... she could stand this world, if he was in it.
.END.