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Composite of a Forgotten Whisper.
High above and no longer washed out by the lights of the city, the colors of the nebula blurred together to form a small oval blot against the black background of sky. While bright dots of starlight speckled the tarp of night. Giving depth to the panorama.
“Yeah,” was all Quinn said as he let his head rest against the windshield while the heat of the hood kept the autumn chill away.
Alisa moved closer, chewing on her lower lip as her hand slid over his. “It’s much easier to see out here in the country,” her voice just as he always remembered it. “When you’re in the city it’s so easy to lose sight of the sky...to lose sight of a lot of things that are important.”
Quinn remained silent.
Alisa’s hand clung to Quinn’s and tears began to rim her eyes while a silence filled the clearing that seemed louder than a thousand shouted voices. Until finally, her voice cracked. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stay.”
Quinn inhaled air through his nostrils as his jaw muscles flexed and he stared silently up into the sky.
“I didn’t want to go, Quinn.”
“I would’ve went," the man said. Not looking at her. "So you could’ve stayed.”
Tears began to run freely down Alisa’s cheeks. Her voice a soft whisper. “I know you would've.”
The nebulas blot in the sky blurred as moisture began to rim Quinn’s eyes too and he shut them tight. Only to have hot tears cascade down his face. His free hand moving closer to the gun resting on the hood of the car.
“Don’t” Alisa pleaded. Her head resting against his chest as she clung to him. “It isn’t worth it. It’s not the answer.”
Quinn swallowed hard. His arms wrapping around the woman and he swore he could feel the fabric of her shirt in his grasp. Could feel the heat of her body against his. Could smell her scent. “You don’t know how hard it is.”
Alisa clung even harder to the man. Her tears wetting the skin of his neck. “I know,” she whispered.
Quinn laughed as his eyes opened, but all he saw was a tear stained blur. “You know? Of course you know. I’m talking to myself.”
Alisa sniffled. “I’m here, Quinn.”
“You’re dead,” the man spat. “You’ve been dead for years.”
“But I’m still here, darling.”
Quinn swallowed again. Sniffling and swallowing his tears as he shook his head to try and clear his vision.
“I’ve always been here when you’ve needed me the most.”
Quinn again closed his eyes. His head continuing to move back and forth. “Just my imagination.”
“Does it matter? Whether is me coming back to be with you for just a few extra moments, or your own inner voice. You know this is wrong. Please, Quinn...don’t do this.”
The man’s fingers closed around the grip of the gun.
“Please, Quinn,” Alisa pleaded. “I only ever asked you to do one thing for me...”
“Yeah,” Quinn’s voice was choked. “To save you. I failed.”
Alisa gripped the man’s shirt even tighter. Wanted to tell him he hadn’t failed. That it hadn’t been his fault, but knew he wouldn’t listen. “I’m asking for one more thing. Don’t do this.”