Obviously I’m not particularly good at this, so I decide to pass the choice of what to do about the guard onto Rochelle. We’ve been rounded up now, so the guard never has to divert his gaze. I still have no idea as to how to talk to her without him noticing though. I figured I’d try my luck with a hushed whisper.
“Any idea on how to get out of this?”
“I’m working on it.”
She launched her shoe forth with a swift kick of her leg at the guards face. I’m pretty sure the only thing that ensured that she didn’t get shot by the guard is the sheer audacity of the attack. By luck it landed not upon his face but instead in his stomach, stealing the breath from his chest. Rochelle leapt to her feet. She had to act quickly.
She grappled the guard from behind, cutting off movement in his arms. Wrestling the rifle from his hands, she sent on hasty yet precise blow to his throat. Once he was down, she made sure to target this area’s until movement stopped. She was out of breath by the end of her ordeal. I let out a stupid cheer.
“Is he out?”
“Yeah, he’s out cold.” She started towards where the van had left.
“So, where are we off to now?”
“I’m going home.”
“Do you need some help?”
She spun around to face me. “Leave me alone, ok?”
I was hurt, devastated perhaps. “But I’ve done so much for you.”
“So much I didn’t ask for. Now I’m asking for one thing and you won’t let me have it.”
“But I’ve tried so hard to bring you back.” Tears formed as I ignored each word she had said previous. ”I tore apart my body and my brain for you, and I rewrote the entirety of reality just to see you again.” I paused briefly to look her dead in the eyes for my final statement.
“I thought you’d be happy.”
She sighed, long and heavy drawn out of her breath.. “Dying isn’t something I wanted to do, but I never asked for saving from you. I never asked for you to mutilate yourself in an effort to resuscitate me!”
She stopped in an effort to hold herself back. When she returned to speaking, it was perfectly paced. “And even if I adored you at some point in another place, I never would adore what an obsessed person you’ve become.”
She stepped over the guard’s body, casting her disdainful gaze back at me for one last sentiment.
“I don’t care where you go or what you do, just stay away and stop chasing me. Goodbye.”
I didn’t raise from my place until she is long out of sight.
So, what will you do now . . . ?
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