"Will I have learned how to love? Will I have learned what it actually means? Would you… love me?"
A second.
A minute.
An hour.
Riley has been talking to Alice's grave for more than an hour now— his questions, just repeating themselves over and over again. Almost as if he was waiting for someone to actually answer him.
But no matter how many questions, no matter how many words and whispers danced in the air, it didn't matter. No one really answered. Riley knows that no one would answer, and yet… he continues.
"Will Hannah and I have even met? It's probable, both of our biological parents are members of the Hope Guild," Riley whispered as he looked at the sky, "But since you didn't kill me, my abilities probably wouldn't have been discovered and I wouldn't have your telekinetic abilities. I would have just been… a normal human until the time I am not."
"..."
