"I have a fantasy," she suddenly announced at breakfast.
This morning she felt well, and they were having breakfast together in the dining room. On the table were freshly baked croissants with cheese, a platter of pineapple, oranges, pitaya (also known as dragon fruit), Caprese salad, and Kopi Luwak with coconut milk. The sun was shining brightly outside the window. And if it weren't for Sofia's illness, this morning could be considered perfect.
"You'll probably say it's crazy... But I dream about it. And it's the only thing that's awakened any sexual desire in me over the past weeks. I don't want anything else."
He understood that he would have to agree, whatever it was. Whatever madness she had come up with, it was a plan. And a plan offered hope.
"I imagine us on that rooftop where we ended up when we first arrived in this world. I'm wearing that silver dress from the fashion show, the metallic one, you remember. We are right on the edge, the noise of cars below, the stars above. The wind scares us, but it tickles our nerves. And at some point, forgetting about the danger, we start moving faster... and fall off the roof..."
He coughed and was ready to say she seemed to have gone mad. But he decided to listen to the end...
"And when we fall, when we fly, just about to crash, the feeling is so incredible that a portal will definitely open. Not just a portal—a massive one. And we'll fall into it," her eyes were burning.
"You're nuts," her husband stated.
"I am. But if I weren't nuts, you wouldn't have fallen in love with me," she countered, pleased with herself.
David realized he had no choice. Either he agrees to a suicidal plan, which will most likely end very badly, but before that, her eyes will shine like this, or he continues to watch her fade away. The first option seemed more appealing. Firstly, it offered some kind of chance. Secondly, even if everything ended, it would end faster. He could no longer watch her slow decline.
"No, don't even think about it," she added, noticing that he was calculating and planning something. "You can't set up some kind of safety net below or put parachutes on us. Everything must be real."