Aralei Skydreamer

i’m a sad lonely meme

                | she said quietly, for herself just as much as for the other. |  

Aralei looked over to the other woman, trembling in fear. How had she ended up in the middle of a firefight?....The small woman was pressed into the cover with all of her might, willing the fight to be over. She didn’t know who the woman was that was reassuring her, but she needed that advice to be true right then...so she nodded, and kept silent, as told.

Part time soldier, full time dad

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

Aralei breathed in deep, ragged breaths. “It wasn’t my fault. You know it wasn’t. I’m just a normal person. I can’t dodge a bullet....I can’t....” He spoke in a way that broke her heart. It was so dramatic. ....She felt something calling her. As though she could see a light within him, begging to come out. “I don’t think you’re as lost as you think you are,” She finally said, struggling to sit up. If she could help this person, who helped her, she would do it. Unequivocally. “Someone inhuman would have let me die. And instead, you helped me- not only that, but you came to visit, to make sure that I was recovering okay.“ Gods, how it was making her nauseous to speak so much. It was the most she’d said in days. But she felt that this was so very important to talk to him. To keep him from leaving.

Of course she was scared. Who wouldn’t be, when faced with that? He was dodging her questions, visiting her room in the dark of night. …And yet, he had saved her life. That, she couldn’t contest. He had really, truly saved her life. She tried to focus on that- that, logically, he wouldn’t save her life if he planned to hurt her again. ….Right?

But, even though her questions were answered, those answer only aroused her more, and filled her head with a bunch more of doubts. Why would a man like him save her? He was definitely not a hero, and there was no way he knew Aralei. Why had he acted like this?

He wasn’t a monster. She knew that now- despite his harsh words, despite his masked visage, despite everything about him that screamed death; HE HAD GRANTED HER LIFE.

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

Of course she was scared. Who wouldn’t be, when faced with that? He was dodging her questions, visiting her room in the dark of night. ...And yet, he had saved her life. That, she couldn’t contest. He had really, truly saved her life. She tried to focus on that- that, logically, he wouldn’t save her life if he planned to hurt her again. ....Right?

Aralei gasped quietly, pulling the covers right up to her nose. She wasn’t surprised exactly- somehow, she’d been expecting him, though she couldn’t put her finger on why. Maybe it was simply because of his presence that she’d felt before...the nightmare that seemed an analogy for his very existence. She could have sworn that he was here to take her away- whisk her off to the next life. But instead, he was asking her how she was feeling?.... “I-I’m f-feeling rather confused,” She stuttered, fighting the urge to grovel. “I-I mean, I.....w...who are you?”

Spoke the nurse, leaving the room shortly after.

Was she alone in here?

The room felt damp. Petrichor opened her nostrils to the smell of gunpowder and leather. Those smells stood out against the sterility of the hospital like a lightning bolt. Aralei tried once to call out to the storm that had entered her room. But her voice was stolen by the wind- her throat hoarse, her lungs full of water. She cleared her throat- swallowed the seawater threatening to brine her insides. “Who...are...you...?”