Her voice is steady, calm—like an anchor in the chaos swirling around me. I nod weakly, focusing on her voice, on staying awake.
I want to tell her yes, to nod, but nothing in my body listens. Everything feels heavy, except for her hand intertwined with mine. I can barely register the gentle strokes on my left arm, but they’re there, keeping me tethered to reality.
Ineedto feel her, to know she’s there.
“Don’t worry, everything will be okay,” she says, but suddenly, I’m terrified.
“D- don’t leave” I manage to whisper, barely audible.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m with you, always,” she reassures me, her voice soft but firm. I hear footsteps rushing in, voices speaking loudly, too fast for me to fully process.
“I’m sure it’s a heart attack. I just gave him an aspirin,” Lauren says to someone.
Heart attack?The words spin around in my mind, trying to make sense of them.
But ...what? How did I get here?
Back Then- My House.
Silas:
I want to get this done now.
Lauren:
WhereIsTheSpaceBar?
Silas:
The Stone Age called, it wants you back.
It’s in the middle, underneath everything.
Lauren:
I found it.
Silas:
I want to finish this, let’s get started.
Lauren:
Do you have anything in mind?
I let the phone rest on my lap for a second, staring blankly at the wall. Honestly, I’d been so hyper-focused on getting her to respond that I completely forgot about the actualassignment. I glance around my room, eyes landing on my nearly empty bookshelf. Not much there to inspire anything, but then I spot the old book of Greek literature my grandma gave me last Christmas. Never thought I’d actually use it, but here we are.
Silas W:
A dialogue between Hades and Persephone.
I send the message, and then I wait. Five minutes feel like a lifetime. By the time she replies, I’m pacing the room, filled with enough anxious energy to power an entire football stadium.
Lauren:
I like it. Persephone is the goddess of spring.
Silas:
