Truceby Twenty-One Pilots
There was silence, and there were muted voices. I was dimly aware that my parents and Quinn were near. I felt her fingers linked with mine, and I was glad.
Stay with me, Quinn. We can play trains.
I pried my eyes open to tell her how I felt, but words were slow and sluggish. And then there was silence once more.
Quinn, I saved you a swing. I know you like them best.
Somewhere just beyond my reach and sight, there was warmth and light and an appealing sense of belonging. I moved toward it, intrigued, but Quinn’s hand was still in mine.
I always want you, Quinn. Every day, I want you.
I didn’t want to leave her behind, but back there was cold and pain. Ahead was sunlight and ... joy.
With an ease I’d never known in life, I sprinted forward. My feet didn’t stumble or trip, and my chest didn’t tighten as I tried to breathe.
I’ll always love you, Quinn.
I love you, Nate. Always.
With one last glance behind, I stepped into the sun.
