I know that it took me ages to update and that this is really short, but bare with me. I have a lot coming, and soon.

Dedicated to Unfathomable_Dreamer because she's a babe.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. She picked at the flowers in the ground, the dirt under her fingernails annoying her. She rested her head on her knees, running her palm along the grass and looking for clovers.

"No," she said quietly. She could hear his breathing. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him looking up towards the sky like he did a lot the last couple of days they were here.

"They asked weather you wanted to see them," he said after a while.

"Not really." The sunlight made her squint as she turned her head towards him, resting her cheek on her knee. He was not looking at her. His chest rose and fell as he breathed, leaning back on his arms. She took notice of the scar on his forearm, and for the first time thought of asking him about it.

"I got it the same day you did," he said. She frowned.

"When was that?" she asked.

"You made me promise not to tell you," he said.

"I'm asking you to tell me now," she tried to persuade him. He shook his head.

"It was a sixty to forty chance in the favor of you not waking up when I made that promise. I won't break it," he said. She nodded, not having enough willpower to be persistent.

For the last couple of days, the women who claimed to be her mother and sister were always in the waiting room. She was afraid of seeing them, but when the door opened and closed, she could see them for a few seconds. They were always sitting on the same spots, and she was worried about confrontation. She saw significant similarities between the two women, their distant facial expressions almost identical. But for some reason, she was afraid looking in the mirror, scared she would find some similarity between her and them.

Because for some stupid reason, the words they said seemed to make sense. But she didn't want them to. She was thinking of what Nana would do in this situation, but she felt pain at the memory. She didn't want to cry, so she avoided thinking about her for the time being.

"Where do we go from now?" she asked. He looked at her with a smile.

"What?" she questioned, a unwilling smile curving her own lips.

"You said we," he mused.

"Well, you're the only person I really have left," she said. His expression turned serious, and he took her hand in his.

He didn't know what to say, so he just played with her fingers. She hated how much she depended on him, even though she hadn't said it out loud. She hated that she was so attached to him, but she was too selfish to let him go.

"Before I woke up the other day, I dreamed of this cracked blue slide. I was sitting at the top, and someone was urging me to slide down. And I did, and then I cut my right leg open at my ankle," she said, pointing to the spot.

He sat up, leaning his chin on his knees and smiling at her sadly. His head was tilted, his blue eyes a little brighter on the sunlight.

"We were nine, and you were afraid because the slide was high, and I told you I'd go first and show you nothing would happen, but you were stubborn and said you were brave enough to go first," he explained. "You were always braver than me."

"I don't think I could agree, but then again, who am I to think I know myself," she joked, and there was sadness in that joke but neither of them wanted to show that they noticed it.

"Where do you want to go from now?" he asked. She thought.

"Well, in all honesty, it feels like I will be living just to survive the day. I don't know. I want to get away from here, that's for sure. I want to go to a place nobody knows my name," she said. "I know that, financially, I can't do that, so I'll work until I can. I'll live off a backpack."

"And just leave me here?" he wondered.

"No. I won't leave you here, because you'll be going to college. We both know I will barely graduate, the hospital validated all the days I missed class."

He knew he had to leave for college, but he didn't want to.

"I don't have to go to college," he said quietly.

"Of course you do," she said loudly. "You have volunteered in the hospital for years, I will not let you ruin your future just because I don't have a bright one."

He sat in front of her, looking her in the eyes. "I don't know weather my future-"

"Don't start with cheesy lines, because this is not a fantasy world where everything turns magically right. You are going to go to college because you want to, you won't stay because of me. You are smart. You can do so many great things. I'll always be at the sidelines, and maybe I won't be able to watch you play every time, but I know the results before the game even started."

"Interesting metaphor," he said, grinning. But it was not a happy smile. She pinched his nose.

"You've known me all my life, and you were always the one watching me from the side. It's time for you to play your own game," she said.

"What's up with the game metaphorization?" he asked.

"It's soccer season. It's the only thing on TV." 

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when they played chess

"Are you allowed to do that?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Eden."

"You can't."

"The rules say you can."

"Who made you the expert in chess?"

"The simple fact that I know how to play and you don't."

"..."

"That one can't be moved."

"Why?"

"Eden, you cannot play against your own figure."

"Are you sure?"

"That piece cannot be moved."

"..."

"..."

"I feel as though I am that piece."

"You feel like a horse?"

"No. I feel as if I am that figure which my opponent says cannot be moved."

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