OPHELIA'S POV
"Nicole. She- She woke up."
I let Aurora go as we both turned to stare at Xavier. How was Nicole awake? Wasn't she in an induced coma?
Aurora began to walk swiftly toward Xavier, as I followed her. I watched Xavier's steps, as he tried to carefully walk quickly without tripping. Aurora too looked scared but excited at the same time.
But I?
I didn't feel anything.
I couldn't, actually.
I feel like a ghost in a world of paper dolls. I am the ghost in my own machine. I am a ghost running through time and space, looking, always looking in the blackness for a sacred spark. And all this world becomes noise, a distraction from my task to find the one - the one who went alone into the dark. For should all he be is a fragment of fire, barely a cinder, it matters not, because I will become a river of gasoline.
Whenever I had a panic attack, it always left me empty.
