[rehab recs] 15M4; 7

{15M4; prompt 7 – “I’ve missed you” kiss.}
SINGULARITY spoiler


Falling. Falling. Falling.

Every time she would look up to the sky, something is falling.

Sometimes she would hope that it is snowflakes, how it will pile up on the road with beautiful whiteness. Or maybe it is dandelion, something she only knew existed by the books at the base’s library. Or maybe it is fireflies, though fireflies are nowhere white, but it is a beautiful light.

Then again, her eyes know—her neural cloud know everything better that if something white falling from the sky, it wasn’t anything that could be explained with the adjective beautiful.

The color white came from the burning ashes, of the explosion occurred not far from where she is, burning part of her squad who’s already went first for the recon. Then rain might fall, though it wasn’t any cooling, soothing rain, as sometimes blood and oil would mix together in it. Stench of battlefield never fade, rattling orchestra of gunfire would not be far ahead.

She was the only one left there, alone – death has been something so blissful to have, yet she is afraid.

There are a lot of people she has yet to save.

There are a lot of people she has yet to answer revenge of.

And there was someone—another white, yet nowhere beautiful—perhaps waited for her to reach the place where everything had begun.

“… M4?”

Ah.

“Hey, you can’t be dead, right. M4? Answer me.”

For once, when she opened her eyes, through the blaring warning from her system that her power won’t last for so long, she experienced a still silence. There was a crackle of small fire, a minimal roof was above her even though the whole building, or wherever she is at right now is already decayed, but there was nothing else but the voice that kept on calling her.

The same voice she heard when someone picked her almost corpse away from the battlefield. The same unforgotten shade of pink.

“15 …?”

“We’re close to the safe house where AK-12 is, I made fire for a signal,” M4 couldn’t see her clearly, the remaining power cut off almost all of her sight, yet she knew that it is /her/ voice.

15 continued to mumble something about AK-12 taking her sweet time, or whether a Sangvis ringleader might found them first. It is the usual grumbling, close to home, yet far from comfort. There are a lot of question in her, especially on how AR-15 survived the blast, but-

“AR-15.”

She tried to grasp at something, at anything. AR-15, however, wasn’t as cold and distant like old times. M4 felt a pressure on her right side where she could still feel her skin. She couldn’t see what kind of face AR-15 made right now, though M4 could imagine a thin line of her lips, or annoyed quirk of her brows.

“… What now?”

“Come closer.”

They knew what the gesture meant. There, AR-15 gave her a wordless squeeze.

“Does your module will response if I …” AR-15 stopped mid-sentence. “Maybe you won’t.”

“Please,” another blare of energy running out. “I missed you.”

M4 didn’t know whether the little graze on her lips would be registered to her close to be frayed neural cloud or not – but for once she hoped that it wasn’t another fall of her nonexistent dream.

“You’ll be okay, M4. It’s my turn to save you.”