Miah and OPEN
Originally he had only agreed to this whole thing because Ellie had been hell bent on going. But even when his best friend – the girl he was pretty sure he loved – had bowed out, Miah had remained. A need to do something, to be reckless maybe, drove him to participate. Kept him in the fray, but not in the middle of things.
Ellie doesn’t need anymore pain. He thought, choosing instead to remain on the rooftop and keep his distance from the real hand to hand stuff. Over the years he had gotten better with a rifle, good enough to be an assist in this area at least. Plus, he couldn’t shake this feeling of déjà vu, like he had seen this all before.
Didn’t you?
Two nights ago he had woke up in a cold sweat, images of a fight seared into his brain. Miah had passed it off as a dream, but as things continued to happen, images replaying themselves in front of his waking eyes, he began to wonder What it was that dream had been. Had he developed ability, was he seeing the future before it happened?
That was absurd, insane even. Yet he hadn’t brought himself to mention it to anyone, afraid of what they may say. Plus, Ellie would have been the person he mentioned it to and she was already dealing with far too much as it was. He didn’t need to add to it, or that was the reason he always gave – the same reason he used in keeping his feelings for her under wraps. David was back, so his feelings didn’t matter anymore, did they?
They do. He reminded himself as he stared through the sight of the rifle he held. But he wasn’t going to overwhelm her with that information, not now. It would feel too much like he was asking her to choose, and he was afraid of what her choice might be – or that she wasn’t nearly in a state of mind to be making any kind of decisions concerning her own love life. So having Ellie in his life as his best friend was better than not having her at all, he would just love her in silence – for now.
The scene before him, down on the street began to go to hell and his stomach dropped at the realization that everything he had seen in his dream was happening now. You should have said something. But would anyone have believed him? Maybe, but maybe not.
Taking a shot, he watched as one guy dropped. “And it begins.” Miah muttered to nobody in particular, though he had company on the roof – the other snipers - nobody was talking too much.