Day 23- Twilight
its night out.
and I don't want anyone.
to hear you scream.~
Day 23 of being locked in the tower.
It is cold in the room and it is getting dark.
Twilight sets in and I am crying because Luke is clearly dying.
I crawl toward him, realizing for the first time how much weight I have lost. My clothes hang off of me and I am obviously much thinner than before.
I crawl toward Luke and luke Unsteadily crawls toward me.
"My Angel," he mumbles, reaching for her hand.
I trip as I crawl, falling to the floor and landing on my belly. I reach out, grasping for his hand. My insanity has taken me so I barely know what's going on.
We hold hands, stretched out across the floor of the tower.
I am certain now that this will be the last time I ever see Luke again.
His soul. His heart. A godsend.
That's what I was when i was with him.
He made me feel like nothing bad could ever happen and he made me feel glad about life.
I hold his clammy cold hands even tighter and I whisper to him. "I love you Luke."
"I love you too," Luke replies, his voice barely awhisper.
"Please don't die," I cry, tears welling up in my eyes. My insanity hurts but I struggle to stay lucid so I can look into his clear green eyes.
"No one's going to die," he says, struggling to speak. "No one."
"I'm scared, Luke."
"I'm scared too, Angel."
I'm hungry and crazy and scared and I can't take it anymore.
The vision manifested as if a nightmare come to life. Luke closed his eyes and I knew for a moment someone transcendently that we would never open them again.
The world turns.
And I find myself.
Locked in a tower.