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etherthief2016-01-25 09:17 pm
Only Fools Rush In [closed]
She tells herself this is fine, she doesn't need to run, and probably shouldn't because who knows what condition she's really in after being in the rift so long, but she's barely out the door before she figures she should stop lying to herself and she breaks into a sprint. She doesn't want to get on a fucking train and she can't run the whole damn way, so she runs until she spots an unoccupied cab and flags it down with breathless gusto.
She feels like she's going to throw up.
Once she's in the back of the cab, once she's blurted out the address she still remembers, she fumbles out her phone and scrolls back through the texts that all came at once. It's too much, all of it. They might as well be in another language. They start off so normal, become so desperate, and then something else. It's awful. She feels like she's watching Greta's heart break.
I wish, Greta had finished one message.
You wish what?
What does she 'finally understand'?
Iman rocks feverishly, turning her phone over and over in her hands. She stares out the window hard enough to break the glass.
And then it pulls up, and she gives the driver an absurd tip and stumbles out.
Greta's there. She can see her just inside the front door. Iman hears herself make a sound she didn't expect, a little whimper. She's there, waiting. Their eyes meet. She runs.
She feels like she's going to throw up.
Once she's in the back of the cab, once she's blurted out the address she still remembers, she fumbles out her phone and scrolls back through the texts that all came at once. It's too much, all of it. They might as well be in another language. They start off so normal, become so desperate, and then something else. It's awful. She feels like she's watching Greta's heart break.
I wish, Greta had finished one message.
You wish what?
What does she 'finally understand'?
Iman rocks feverishly, turning her phone over and over in her hands. She stares out the window hard enough to break the glass.
And then it pulls up, and she gives the driver an absurd tip and stumbles out.
Greta's there. She can see her just inside the front door. Iman hears herself make a sound she didn't expect, a little whimper. She's there, waiting. Their eyes meet. She runs.