@@@@@Gasoline and an open flame–we
@@@@@Gasoline and an open flame–we exploded
again
It wasn't the same, thoughIt was my name that he gasped
when he held this body–and he thought of it as my body, thought of it as meI could feel the
differenceFor one moment, it was just us, just Wanderer and Jared, both of us burning
No one had ever lied better than Jared lied with his body in my last minutes, and for that I was
gratefulI couldn't take it with me, because I wasn't going anywhere, but it eased some of the
pain of leavingI could believe the lieI could believe that he would miss me so much that it
might even mar some of his joyI shouldn't want that, but it felt good to believe it anyway
I couldn't ignore the time, the seconds ticking like a countdownEven on fire, I could feel them
dragging at me, sucking me down the dark corridorTaking me away from all this heat and
feeling
I managed to pull my lips away from hisWe panted in the dark, our breath warm on each
other's faces
“Thank you,” I said againI can't… bear any moreOkay?”
“Okay,” he whispered
“I just want one more thingPlease?”
“If… if you're sure that's what you want…” He trailed off, unsure
“It's what I need, Jared
“Then I'll stay here,” he said hoarsely
“I'll send Doc to get you when it's over
His arms were still locked around me
“You know that Ian is going to try to kill me for letting you do this? Maybe I should let him