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He blew pink smoke out his nose that night. I knew it had to be bad; hardly ever out of his whole rainbow collection of cigarettes does he pick pink.
Well... either that, or he's running low.
"You're mumbling to yourself again," He said curtly, abruptly stopping my thought process and causing me to fluster.
Yep, he had a bad night. I stood up straight.
"I do that often.."
"I noticed." the cigarette shifted in his mouth, he raised the gun higher to polish the hard-to-reach areas I couldn't name yet.
"Magazine...Safety..." He names as he goes along, idly trying to cement the components in my head. I, of course, recognize this and shift my attention to other things. With luck on his end, the lesson will stick in my psyche..
"So where did you come from?" I'd asked a million times by now, I must have. I bet he secretly keeps count. I bet he'll make up mathematical components based on this number of times I've asked, I bet that number will be so cemented in his head, I'll have my own mathematical symbol. the Elizas Can Be Incrdibly Annoying Symbol. ☄
"The stars are beautiful tonight, aren't they?"
"I really want to know."
"Y'know, for just $1,000, you an buy a star? Incredible, what can be purchased with money these days. 'Yes, folks, buy your fiancee a wedding gift she'll never forget: A simple dot in the sky that you can hardly see, of something that used to exist. Buy her a memory of a dot for just 1k!' "
"Really, Rant; you don't seem like a part of.."
"All the rage in Italy, folks!"
"I'm serious.."
He put the gun down, dropping his tone, his energy shifting at once to annoyance. He walked up and put his face uncomfortably close to mine, close enough so that I could smell the oil he'd cyphoned out of the 'Monster that day on his breath, the heat of his cigarette, even threateningly close to my too-soft cheek. "Listen," he began.
"Listen to me."
"I told you once thatI came from a part that doesn't exist yet, and I mean that. I cam from a part that at one time did exist and MAYBE, if you're lucky, WILL exist again. I come from a possible future and a definite past, Ashling." Any closer and he'd burn me.
"And these questions.." He shifted up slightly, looking down his nose at me, half sensuously admiringly and half death-threat. He scoffed slightly and lowered his eyes as he stood upright.
"These questions are lowering your chances."
He walked away and left me standing there in the darkness for a good minute or two, with me and the Nothing in the Wonderland night, nothing except the gun slightly catching the light of the moon.
I'd be running back to Heaven once again alone in an hour or two.