It hurt. Her head hurt; her body was full of bruises, and someone was holding her tightly. Her hair was flying around as the wind got stronger. She wanted to move her legs, but she couldn't find the strength in them. Breathing was hard and focusing on anything in front of her was harder. She had to blink a few times to realize where she was and that she wasn't alone.

She was on a rooftop.

And he was with her.

Suddenly, breathing got easier and her brain started to function. She could feel her face getting paler as the realization hit her hard, and tears slowly blurred her vision. Diana wanted to look at her watch to see time even though it was useless. She knew It was five minutes to twelve, and what was going to happen in the next five minutes was dreadful.

"Babe." She felt a hand on my face. "Are you okay? Are you scared? Don't worry, it will be fast, it will be all over before you think about it." His voice made chills run through her body. She shook her head as he pushed her backward.

"Please no, Elliot," Diana begged, her voice was shaking, so was her body. "Let's not do this." She knew what the answer was going to be, she knew how he was going to reply. She had seen this countless time, every time in a different place and setting.

He looked puzzled and stopped pushing her. His eyes seemed to bore into hers, and she had no way of looking away as if she was hypnotized. "What are you talking about?"

She couldn't stop herself from getting hopeful. It was absurd and dumb, but maybe…

Maybe he would listen.

"We can go to another country. We can pack our stuff and go away. Never see anyone anymore. There is no need for this, hmm?" This time, She was the one holding onto him, clenching his thin white shirt between her fingers. "They won't catch us. They will never be able to,"

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His eyes slowly closed and opened again, startling her. There was no light there, no reaction, nothing. It was as if he had already given up on everything, and no words reached him.

But she had to at least try. Try once again. "Didn't we say it was us against the world?" she gave him the most convincing smile she could pull off in this situation, which apparently wasn't much.

Diana knew and memorized what would happen by heart, but that didn't mean it didn't crush her heart every time. "They will take you away from me. They will kill us and throw us away. They took everything away from me, but I won't let them take you," He said chillingly, removing her hands off him and pushing her backward with more strength this time.

She tried fighting, but she couldn't. She tried choking up few words, but his eyes said it all. This was useless.

Why did it tear out her heart every time?

Why did it crush her?

She was dumb.

She was foolish.

She could feel the change of the breeze when they reached the edge. She started sweating and feeling lightheaded. Yes, she had experienced this many times, but she couldn't get used to it.

"Come on now, they will be coming here soon." He 'helped' her up the edge and they were both standing side by side this time. His hand was gripping hers roughly and this time a tear fell down. "Don't cry, we will be together," He said with a smile.

His gray eyes that she always loved didn't seem so kind anymore; didn't look as vibrant as she remembered. Maybe it was because of the lack of light or maybe because of hopelessness, but his eyes were so dark almost touching black. It all made her feel suffocated, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to tell him that it will be alright and that they are together, but she knew nothing would reach him.

He drove both of them into a corner.

Diana was never prepared for the jump, but at that moment, she could feel everything go by so much slower. She could hear her heartbeat and his and the entire universe's. It was surreal and terrifying. She didn't know if her head was full of thoughts or if it was blank, but her headache only got worse.

Her body felt both heavy and light against the wind, and she slowly started to faint.

She wanted to look at Elli one last time to see his face, but when she turned her head in the midst of this all, her eyes caught the sight of her watch.

It was five past twelve.