"Are you with me?" I remember her asking, but my lips wouldn't part.
"Genevieve."
I looked up, brows frowning. "Are you with me?" she asked again and her green eyes pierced my gaze. "..yes." I lied. I was not with her. I really was not. She must've know, reading me like one of her many books as her expression softened. "We will make it." She tried to sound reassuring but she could not bullshit me. Not me. Still, I followed her lead, I followed her lie. "Yes. I know." I nodded. My hand found the pommel of my blade, touching it like it would offer any support. Turning around, I could feel her sadness creeping up my back, deep, deep into my long dead heart. "That is all, before we part?"
I stopped. Was that all I had the strength to do? To say?
"Take care."
I had never felt weaker than the moment I left her behind, without looking back.
Take care.. That was all.
