She goes in. She leaves.


She feels like she's done this before. She is certain she has lived this life before. Hugging her knees close to her, she rests her chin on them. It is cold and beautiful. She exhales, hoping that a mist of air appears. There is no mist. She remembers things she hasn't done before.


She turns away from him and starts to walk away. He grabs her roughly by the arm. He stares at her in bewildred anger. He tells her he has given her everything imaginable. Luxury, youth, immortality. What more could she want?

She looks down at his hand, then looks back at him with liquid eyes.

"But.. I didn't want to die."