Memories. All around me. Surrounding me, clawing at me. ‘You will die long before I do’, she said. ‘My life will continue for thousands of years’, she said.
But she was wrong. So painfully, heartbreakingly wrong…
What I never got about Mud Men was… everything, really. If I wanted to, I could figure out anything, with arte here. Alone. Alone!
Artemis was avoiding my face for a reason all his own. It was awkward; so beautifully awkward. The sand became softer as I risked a glance in his direction. The ocean waves roaring in our ears became less salty when he was around.
I picked it up before he did. The awful stench of danger. I examined the beach parking lot. That car. That shiny black SUV.
“Artemis-” I began but it was too late. I was too late, because the bullet narrowly missed his face.
He stood up. I stood up too, winch was a big mistake. My neck! My stupid, d’arviting neck! Was that even a word? I didn’t know. I didn’t know anything anymore. Only the heat. Was the beach on fire? Heat!
Artemis, where was he? Alive. Was he watching me burn on the ground? So fuzzy….
I… was… a… trained… professional! Do something… anything.
And then there was black.
Dead! I could not relive that… not even as a memory. No… No… No! To nothing… like my heart.