"I have a disease," she told me plainly. "Probably, you've never heard of it. It's a mental disorder where I hear things. I see things. Things that don't exist. And they tell me things... truths no one bothered to see."

We were two of the few. The few broken ones. We broke, but we fixed each other. I love her. And I will stay with her till the end.

I gave her a hug. "I'll be with you. Don't worry about it."

---

We fled.

We finally did it. We left our lives for a better one. Although he promised sweet things, I had never trusted him one hundred percent. I know he will leave me. The voices said so too. But I won't leave him. I'll be prepared when he goes, but I won't leave him.

He's my only chance of surviving.

"Remember the first time we met?" he smirked, holding me tight around the waist, his chin on my should. The wind blew through out hair, the cold air sticky on our cheeks. I was relaxed. I had control over the broom. It's been awhile since.

"Wasn't long ago," I replied. "About five months?"

"Six," he said. "Six months, a week and four days."

"Why me?"

There was a silence. In that moment, I didn't feel so powerful anymore. The light and floating feeling on the broom felt slightly dragged by gravity. He held me tighter. I wasn't sure if it was because he didn't want to fall or because he didn't want me to fall.

"There's no reason to fate," he whispered. "It happened. I was there. You were there. No reason."

"He's lying!"

"He's lying!"

"He's only using you!"

"He'll leave when he's done!"

"HE'S LYING!"

The voices deafened me, my ears started to ring, as if it was bleeding. I lost control of the broom, my grip on the stick slowly loosening. I heard him calling my name, but all I saw was a blur of lights against the dark night sky, the voices taking over my sense. Soon, my sight was pitch black, and all I hear was a high-pitched ring...

And his voice calling...

"Carmen!"

---

It wasn't easy finding shelter. I felt so stupid. I should've thought this through. Instead we just went without much money on us, and little care.

Thankfully we fell into a tree, although we did get a few scratches no bones were broken. The broom was forgotten as I slowly let her down first, although it was hard since she was passed out. I tried my best to not hurt her, but she did land with a thump. I jumped down and got her up, quick on my feet before anyone around the area woke up from the noise.

I found a bridge and got under it. It was clean enough to hang around for tonight. I washed her cuts and let her rest against the wall of the bridge, then I washed myself. Tired, I laid on her lap, looking up at her chin. She looks to tired. We both are. It must be harder for her. I cannot leave her. Never. I have to save her from those thoughts. I need to clear them away.

Soon, my eyes shut. By the time they opened, I felt a cold liquid drop on my cheek.

"I'm sorry."

I reached out for her face and cupped her cheeks, wiping away the transparent liquid. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"I'm sorry."

"Stop apologizing."

"I'm s-sorry..." she sniffed, biting her lower lip. Then, letting go a huff of breath she closed her eyes, letting more tears run down her cheeks. She's... in pain?

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, not opening her eyes.

I got up, my eyes scanning through her face, then through her body. Then I saw red. Red liquid. Blood, all over her right hand, holding weakly onto a stone. Blood, all over her left forearms. Blood, all over my shirt and her dress.

I look at her face. Her eyes finally opened slightly, weak. "I don't think I can anymore... The thoughts are killing me... I would rather go myself..."

I shushed her, coming over to wrap her with my arms. I removed the stone from her grasp, and placed both hands together on her lap. She sniffed a bit more. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too." I rested my forehead on her head, smelling the scent of her hair. I didn't want to ever let her go. Slowly, the sniffing stopped and I felt that she found it hard to breath. She closed her eyes, the last tear running quick down her stained cheeks. Then I hear her last breath.

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