Her voice was so very far away. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t make it come any closer, but he knew he’d be lost if he didn’t get back to her. But why? Why was he so drawn to her? She had done nothing to indicate he was anything more than a means to an end, had she? No. She was still in love with a dead man.
A man who was dead because of him. It was his fault after all, just not as she had first thought.
“Alazar? Can you hear me?”
Yes, he wanted to say, but he was too far from himself. Please, keep talking, keep me here.
“Please, God, let him live.”
Was she actually praying for him? His heart constricted with this new, unfamiliar feeling.
“Alazar, please, open your eyes. Please, God, just let him look at us.”
I want to. I want to stay, I will do anything to stay. For you.
“Open your eyes, Darius.”
She’d never said his name before.
He felt like he was pushing his way through sand.
He was so tired. The sand was all around him, inside him. It was him.
There was no way he was going to make it.
“We need you. I need you.”
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