He could lie and say ‘no’ but she figure out that he was lying. Will didn’t want to admit that he has indeed thought of her death and what it could possibly mean for him. William couldn’t bare the thought of being there when Echo would die. He’s seen his best friends die all through out his life time. At that instant his mind rushed back to memories of London, a blonde hair with deep blue eyes.
“Yes, I have actually.”
A frown crossed her features then. She didn’t like to think of what may happen when she died, when William was left without her–if they even made it that far. Her insecurities, around him, were nearly insurmountable at times. She fretted constantly. “I wish you wouldn’t, Will,” came her gentle voice. “You shouldn’t dwell on something like that, something so… negative.” How hypocritical. Her thoughts as of late had been wildly cynical, bitter to the bone. But this was the life she had chosen, and so she had to stick with the pain that came.
Halfway through her words she could barely concentrate on the blonde’s words, but as she smiled, Esther mimicked, and as Echo held out a hand, she shook it, re - peating the name. It was gentle but not weak on her tongue. “ – Ilike it, it’s different. Like the nymph from greek mythology…”
Esther was kind–the young witch could sense that immediately, and it comforted her. There were too many bitter souls in this world for her to swallow sometimes. A broad smile fell upon her lips at the response. "Thank you. I always did find myself gravitating towards that story, simply for the name. But my parents had more of a karmic reasoning in mind when they named me.”
“I am all yours. So shoot and tell me what’s on the little blonde’s mind?” Sapphire hues locking onto her face. “I too have missed them myself.”
All hers. If only she felt that to be true. She glanced down and locked her hands together, a shrug soon following. “Do you think about my death often?” A morbid question, but one she had on her mind.
She had received a cold shoulder from the man she has known ever since the times of their sweet adolescence. Has been looking for the blonde girl after the man stormed off into the dark of night, underneath the heavy rain clouds, the threatening downpour in the big city. In the pale light of the moon everything appears cold. Like her path home after failed attempts to find the girl with the strange name.
Her reply makes it all even worse to carry on her slim shoulders. She won’t try to defend him and his nonexistent honor and pride. There is a determination to realize a faint plan. Make it up to her, without the involvement of a man. “Do you like red wine?”
She hated to think that the Asher she once knew, and the Asher who she had interacted with that night, were two entirely different people. And worse, she couldn’t shake the thought that it was partly her fault. If she hadn’t left, or if she had at least told him about her plans to go… would she still be called his companion? Would she have gotten the guts to tell him how she’d truly felt the last few months, before it all went down in flames?
Her brows raised at the question. She knew what an awkward position Margot must have been in, and besides, she did like the woman. Felt a strange sort of kinship to her, even, so she smiled slightly and replied, “I’m a bigger fan of rosé
, but I can handle red.”
Lovely Miss Hertz has never been one to easily sympathize with other individuals. She is sually interested in her own goals to achieve. However, knowing what occurred during the date she set them up for, is enough for her to feel a tad of regret.
“It must have been quite a disappointment, though”, even to her it resembles an upsetting experience. It has taken her hours to get him to dress in a fine suit and lay off worn out jeans and old shirts.
Echo doesn’t exactly wish to think back to that night, so talking about it issues a bit of a sting. But given that she can’t even stop thinking about it, well, it’s not like this can hurt much worse. She’s going to have to learn to push through the pain, as she has with every other injury. Just because this one is emotional does not mean that philosophy has to change.
“Oh, you can’t imagine.” She laughs, and it’s so uncharacteristically hollow of her. “I look up, I expect to see some… handsome guy to help me forget, and who do I see but the exact person I’m trying to forget about.” She pauses, her gut twisting. “Disappointment is the tip of the iceberg.”
What if I’m wrong, what if I’ve lied, what if I’ve dragged you here to my own dark night? And what if I know, what if I see? There is a crack run right down the front of me.
And what if I can’t? What if I can? What if I’m just an ordinary man? If there is a will, there is a way, I will escape for sure.
But if I be wrong, if I be right, let me be here with you tonight.
Sighing, the angel closed the book and placed it on the table. “Echo, I didn’t see you there.” He brought his arm across his face as he yawned, making sure that it covered his lips completely. “What’s up?
“That’s alright. I was just watching you for a bit.” A shrug of her dainty shoulders and soon she was looking back down. “I just… thought I’d come by, talk. I miss our conversations.”
