IC: Captive Pt:1"You're up early," Sage observed as his wife was leaving the bed. The sound of his voice made her pause in her steps. "Uh... just have to use the bathroom... sorry for waking you," she lied too well for him to notice. "Hmmm..." he hummed back in reply, suspicious of her. "What? I always get up early?" Christina asked as she finally got out of bed. "Never before me though," Sage replied, raising his upper body up by leaning on his elbows. "I'll be right back, go on back to sleep," she replied back, leaning over him to quickly share a kiss. "Five minutes, alright?" she had a small smile as she pulled back and gazed into his eyes. "Alright..." he sighed, his hand unmoving from her face for a few moments as his thumb caressed her cheek. She placed her hand over his, entwining their fingers together, then dropped both of their hands. She glanced over her shoulder at Sage once more as she headed towards the dresser. Christina turned her head to look before her, as she quickly and "lazily" drMore Like This
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"I feel old."
"You’re just tired, Patty…"
For over three months he had been repeatedly saying she was ‘just’ tired, as if a good night of sleep could improve the state of her health. It was a lie. A reassuring lie. They both knew it.
"No. I feel… old," she said again lying in bed, her hands accentuating her words.
And Thomas almost smiled.
"You know, my love", he replied while brushing locks of hair from her sweaty forehead, “the first time I stared at you, really stared at you, your eyes captivated me."
Those eyes frowned slightly.
"What do you mean?"
"Their deep hazel color, and… I know it will sound odd, but", evaluating the most truthful words to express his idea, he paused, “I could read dozens of lives in them."
"For a Cartesian mind like yours, it is indeed surprising…" Martha whispered in a giggle.
"In some cultures and civilizations, it is indeed plausible," the lawyer retorted with amusement. “It
it's time...Martha could distinguish whispers but no clear voices: four, maybe five unidentifiable faces were standing in the dark room, waiting. But on the edge of her bed, a familiar warmth and companion.More Like This
-It's time… she murmured just for him.
-No, not yet, Thomas leaned to peck her sweaty forehead, Not now, my dearest dear. A few locks of his ginger hair brushed her cheeks and she suddenly wondered when was the last time he left her bedside to rest or refresh. Her lips curled up in a weak smile at his words.
Knuckles whited by the disease, Martha's fingers gripped his sleeve to pull him closer.
-Tom, we… both met Death enough in our lives to recognize when it is coming…
Her chest rose and fell again. He could feel each of her breath on his own lips, each of her breath getting heavier than the previous one, each of her breath killing his sweet Patty.
-… and… I always knew… that I would go before you—
Thomas prayed for her. During hours. Far from any witness eye