“Do you ever wonder about how we could die?”
The night was only mildly warm. There was a slight breeze up on the hill, which was to be expected. Will didn’t answer immediately, not taking his eyes off the city below them for even a second.
It wasn’t their city. This was someone else’s, but even so, it was pretty. Pretty large. Will briefly wondered how much power a city of that size required.
“Will?” Marcy asked again.
“We die all the time.” He eventually supplied.
The smaller girl scoffed. “No, you idiot.” She took a bit from her sandwich, waiting for a moment to chew and swallow before speaking again. “I mean for real. Permadeath. Could it happen?”
Will shrugged. “Probably. Don’t fall into any lava anytime soon, alright?”
“Ooh, geez.” Marcy shuddered.
But that was what they always said when someone brought up the topic. What if there was some injury they couldn’t recover from? She had a legitimate point, he realized.
The calm he was feeling slowly started to simmer and evaporate.
They still scar.
“What do you think happened to Artie?”
There was a sharp gasp, coming from Marcy taking in a sudden breath of air.
The question left a dull taste in Will’s mouth.
He swallowed. “Sorry, that was dumb.”
She nodded. “It’s ok.”
Silence once more. The lights of the city twinkled. Will was suddenly feeling a lot less reckless than he was when he asked that question.
A bird chirped nearby. The wind blew the trees in a gentle dance.
It was Marcy who finally spoke. “Wanna go get ice cream?”
AND IN THE EENDDDDD
I’D DO IT ALL AGAINNN
I THINK YOU’RE MY BEST FRIENNDDD
DON’TCHA KNOW THAT THE KIDS AREN’T AL- KIDS AREN’T ALRIGHTT??