the beginning of the end
"Well then... knock your self out!"
(I don't know why he had to shout at me.
It's a beautiful day, I can look out the open window and smell all that's happening outside, what a beautiful day.
But why does he shout? Why doesn't he understand? I'm not going to fight anymore! I told him, Azir was the last one! I told him! Damn it, now I'm upset! On such a beautiful day!)
Her eyes absorbed every movement outside the window. Trying to decide if Ivan was right to be mad at her for wanting out. She was the best, never afraid, never tired, never failed, never did anything wrong. Until now. She was going to stop.
"Shannon please! Listen to me!..."
"Stop it! I told you! I'm out! OUT!"
"You can't! You just can't! What will happen to the rest of us Shannon? Think about that. How the hell are we going to go on without you?"
"Now you listen Ivan, stop blaming me for your failure OK!? I've been with you long enough, you should know how to do things on your own! I mean, come on! You're just as good as me!"
"That's the thing, we're not! And OK I'm good, no doubt about that! But you are crucial here! You out and it's all down the hill until there's nothing left of us."
"Ivan please! You're not the drama queen type! What's going on with you?"
He grabs her arms, pulls her close to him and breathing on her neck whispers.
"Shannon, I don't wanna kill you."
She chuckles, gets away from his grabbing.
"WHAT!? Are you fucking crazy Ivan!?"
"You leave and that's it. Azir's not dead babe. And he wants your head. You out and that's it, I'll kill you."
She laughs really loud.
"Ivan you are too much! Kill me?... And how will you kill me if you'll be dead first!?"
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