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The grief hit her, mimicing the way her body would fall off of a rooftop to asphalt, forcing all the air out of your lungs, suffocating you.
Making your limbs numb. Making you try to gasp all the air in, but failing.
Honestly, she didn’t even want to breath.
Not without the one person who would’ve guided her through this, the one person who would’ve made her want to fight to live.
But he was gone, this time forever and there was no changing to that.
Not even after she had tried to pray to every god she knew, beg the callings on her knees, salty tears making her vision blurry, telling them -begging them- to take her instead of her husband.
Screaming, shouting at them because of the ache in her soul.
How could the callings take her emphatetic, loving and kind husband after everything he had done for them?
After everything, he had sacrificed for them?
She wanted to bring her husband back to life, because he would know what to do.
He always knew what to do, even if she didn’t.
Since Zeke’s heart stopped, she just wished hour after hour for the callings -or the thing who was behind them- to make her husband breath again, and stop her breathing instead of his.
That wouldn’t hurt her.
Dying.
If her dying would bring Zeke back to life, the pain of losing him wouldn’t hurt her anymore.
She knew it was selfish for her to think in that way, to want Zeke to bear the pain and not her. She was so angry to him, for putting everyone else before himself but not remembering her.
How did he even dare to think that she would be fine with his decision?
Yet, at the sametime she wasn’t mad at him, not at all.
It was a funny thing, being so mad at someone not here.
”Stone, food.”
Michaela didn’t even bother to lift her head up and check who was standing there ; she already knew.
There stood a man, who’s hair was dark brown, curls barely touching his eyebrows.
And his job was to treat the passengers like they weren’t human.
Soon he would come closer, and try to rip the woman off of her cheap, hard bed.
And she would resist, yet again.
”I’m not hungry.”
She answered, her gaze wondering at the wall in front of her. She hadn’t been hungry since Zeke passed.
She had ate only a crumb of a hard bread on their first day here, and that only because Ben almost physically forced her to.
She didn’t care, to be honest.
She kind of just wanted to starve to death, so she would reunite with her beloved husband.
”Up.”
”No, I’m not going today.”
She felt his cold hands digging to her arms, trying to lift her up. His nails leaving marks to her pale skin, making her be in pain even more than she already was. Though it was nothing compared to the pain and emptiness Zeke’s death had caused her to feel.
He gave up after realising that she was not going to move an inch.
”Fuck you. So fuckin shitty bitch.”
The guards voice sounded almost like growling, creeping into her thoughts, trying to read what she was thinking.
He left, leaving Michaela alone in the dark room, that had only three walls. The fourth one was just a curtain.
A constant, quiet reminder of how these people thought about them.
The grief hit her. Again.
Like the ocean hitting gray stones.
But the stones we´re hard, they didn´t break. But she was just a human, she could break, and she had.
She curled in to a little ball as her blue eyes started to wet, and her cheeks started to burn from those hot and salty tears. She pulled her knees closer to her, as if that would bring her any comfort.
She just wanted to be with Zeke.
She just wanted to feel his arms wrap around her, warming her mind and body.
She just wanted this to be over.
To meet him again under the stars, as he promised.