Someone asked him how he was doing, and he stopped in his tracks.
On one hand, they were stuck in this pastel painted hell until they completed even more suicide missions, and on the other hand, several of their companions and friends were dead. To make matters worse, it turned out that whoever died in Nowhere would have their existence erased.
He was doing
wonderful, thank you for asking. It was definitely all flowers and rainbows.
The boy clenched his hands into fists until his knuckles turned white. The person continued to stutter and the familiar voice made Harper raise his head. A retort was already on his lips, but he stopped himself. Leila wasn’t exactly the most social person. Sure, she could be a little weird, but she probably didn’t mean any harm. “I…just forget it.” He held up a dismissive hand then walked away without saying anything else
The longer he stayed in Nowhere, the more he felt like a ticking time bomb. More than anything, he wanted to be alone. Really, the last thing he needed was a party, and he was guessing that some of the others probably felt the same way. After much searching, he found a silent corner and practically threw himself onto the couch.
The party, the streamers, it all upset him. Because really, if none of the other humans managed to make it home then how exactly were they going to accomplish such a feat? They were just a bunch of teenagers. And, if people like Hakuren and Vincent had been killed so easily how would people like Leila, Jasper, and him ever hope to survive? If a single witch had singlehandedly crushed them how would they face bigger foes?
They were just a bunch of kids playing hero, and if it hadn’t been for the hooded figures, they would have all perished at the stone of sacrifice. He didn’t notice, but once again, he had balled his hands into fists. Harper wished he never believed in the Midnight Train. Ace, Jasper, Inadi, Lesley, all of them were going to die, and all because they had tossed logic to the wind on that cursed evening of December 31st.
He thought about all the deaths that had happened on the SSF and his shoulders sagged. If a higher being existed, then it was unfair and cruel.
“C’mere kid”Songbird pulled him into a hug.
Go away…we’re all going to die.He wanted to snap.
Everything will amount to nothing.The guide pulled him closer and for the first time since the forest of the ancients, he allowed himself to cry. Songbird made him feel like a kid who had skinned his knees after a tumble and maybe that’s what they all were—children, struggling to pick themselves up again after a rough fall.
It felt like someone had wrapped a warm blanket around his shoulders, but he peeled away from the hug. “Y’know, after what happened, no one could blame you guys if you left...I wouldn’t.” He kept his eyes on his feet. “If you keep following the queen’s orders, you might die too. None of us would want that.”
You know, not too long ago, he actually believed they had a shot at making it home, but now, it seemed like just a dream. Harper stood up, “Hey…Songbird? Take care of yourself, okay?” he gave the guide a serious look, muttered a weary thank you then began walking away.