The stabbing of lights.

47

“Its getting cold.”

“I know.”

“You should be inside.”

I looked up from the ground and stared at him, “Why do you care?”

He scoffed and fell right beside me against the itchy tree trunk.

“don’t make me use force,”he threatened and I chuckled humorlessly.

“Why hesitate now?” I wondered, “You put me through everything else. Why take the time to warn me this time?”

“I deserve the luxury now,” I snorted.

I hoped I was left to my thoughts after he didn’t reply. The cold was increasing little by little but I couldn’t find the guts to get up and do whatever it is that they want me to do.

“Just get through it.”

I looked up.

“Excuse me?”

He cant be serious.

He sighed.

“A vessel needs to be empty to be used,” He said, “It doesn’t have to be wasted when they are done with it.”

With those wise words he finally left me alone. I didn’t understand if he was trying to comfort me and why. I didn’t ask him to in the first place.