He said, “Just wait a moment for the sun to rise. I want to see it.”
Slowly, I turned around and wondered at what he was talking about. The sun had already risen. Two hours ago. The rays from it were slanting down through his disheveled hair, making a strange, jagged halo.
“Jason,” I whispered, edging quietly towards him. He turned around and stared at the top of my head.
“Everything happens for a reason,” he gasped, holding his side, inflecting words and looking completely lost. “I just can’t figure out… this reason.” His eyes bulged, and I ran towards him, my arms held out, fingers extended, claw-like, silhouetting against the twilight, against the full moon.
“I’m waiting,” he rasped, head bent down, “for the sun…to rise. At night…in the darkness.”
I reached for him, grabbing at his shoulders, pulling him upright. “Then look,” I gasped, exhaling in his ear, holding him up. “Look at the sunrise!”
His eyes were cat-slit, moonlike, brighter than the stars. My heart beat against his, ricocheting off his. Echoing off the hollow in his chest. Bouncing against nothing.
Nothing reflecting against nothing.
The sun rose at midnight, and my breath stopped.