i wrote this many times, and i don't know what to do with it, but the basic story line is that she's been with this guy for as long as she remember, in a huge, unending Palace..seriously, no joke. It's un-ending. The basic idea is that her and this guy are trying to escape from the higher ups, who are trying to kill him.
I can see more light with my eyes closed, but I don't need to see to be able to know that I'm in a cold stone room, with an inch of water on the floor. I feel around for the icy familiar hand, but it finds my wrist first. Blay pulls me closer, and soon I can feel his cool breath on my neck. "Not right now, Blay..." I whisper, and lace our fingers together.
"We have to find a better place, Blay. We'll get sick, if we don't starve to death first," I say. He sighs, and pulls me into his chest, like he's done so many times. "We will, but just wait. We have to work with what we have, which is, in case you haven't noticed, not very much. Caskey has people all over looking for us, so we have to be on guard. On the brighter side of things, neither of us have lost the the other by means of death..." I elbow him in the ribs and I can hear him laugh a little.
I close my eyes, as he lays down, and my head resting on his chest. Under normal circumstances, that would be a little uneasy, nut it's an unspoken rule between us to never pull anything. He places a protective hand on my head, as I fall victim to sleep.
