Xian Xi
I stare at the darkness beyond with the passivity with which I had come to view it.
I don't even remember what sunlight feels like anymore.
I keep wondering what it would feel like to see the sun rise over the horizon of this dark and dreary place.
Fargo had brushed off my enquiry about the poison removal, like it was something he did everyday - which is suspicious.
I had felt myself dying. Even in the brief moment I had been sixteen again, there had been a certain feeling of finality.
But then, I heard her voice, reaching out to me like claws, pulling me into the light until I opened my eyes.
And there she was.
Something just doesn't add up with what I'm being told.
She had frozen when I had asked her about it - also suspicious.
After a brief debate in my head, I decide to confront her.
I leave my room in quick strides and dash along the hall absently, oblivious to the rich furniture that I usually admire on good days.
