Venna was still breathing against my shoulder, her hand still flat on my back. The dark room held us in complete black. The only sounds were the two of us breathing and the soft, continuous pressure of her palm against my spine.
Neither of us said anything for a while. We needed the silence.
Because the future hadn't answered a single thing. It had only handed me questions I hadn't been smart enough to think of yet. The taste of smoke still sat at the back of my throat. The image of purple hair in the middle of a burning street refused to leave.
Is that the ending?
I put it to the system directly, sitting in the dark with a woman's heartbeat going against my chest. The words formed cleanly behind my eyes.
