Afterlife (Edgerunners)

Afterlife: Perdóname

Lucyna Kushinada-Martinez

Frantically, I tried to fight the thing off of him, as it spiked into his spine and he kneeled there, motionless.

It had exploded, falling to pieces before they all faded from existence, and I was left with David, as blood dripped from his nose and his eyes blankly stared forward.

I screamed his name, over and over, kissing him, trying to break him out of whatever trance he was put in.

His breathing became rapid and heavy, as the sweat drenched his face, and his blood began to pour from his nose.

And I was pushed to the ground, sent to my back from him, as he came to, staring me down in horror.

"L-Lucy...?"

I didn't approach him, I... I was scared... I was scared of him this time, not for him. He's never hurt me.

He didn't mean it though, if he did, I wouldn't be alive, and he wouldn't be looking at me like that. Never, have I seen such a terrified expression.

I didn't even notice the light cuts on my shoulders, as surface blood lightly welled up.

He tried to get up, sheathing the blades he instinctively drew, and immediately collapsed to the floor again, unable to support himself.

I didn't move from him though, just accepted what was going to come, if he was going to hurt me for real this time.

But like always, no pain came, just the warmth of his hand.

"Lucy... I..."

"David... It's fine, I'm fi-"

"No... It's not..."

His other hand softly rested against mine. He was horrified.

He didn't know what to say, he just stared at me, tears flowing from his eyes as the blood from his nose and mouth dried. His lips quivered and I could hear the fear in his trembling breath.

He didn't mean it. He never meant it.

He was just as scared as me.

And a thread opened behind him, beckoning us to enter, but we didn't, not immediately at least.

"We've... We've gotta go Luce... I'm sorry, so fucking sorry... Perdóname por favor."

His hand reached out as he tried to support himself against the wall, reaching out for me to grasp.

And I did, I was still scared, but his touch reassured me. Reassured me he wouldn't ever hurt me, not purposely, not again, not ever.