Raina closed her eyes after what felt like forever looking at the stars in the sky. She had probably wished on each of them three times over. But not one of them had come true when she had finally opened her eyes. It was probably silly to think that a simple wish on a celestial body would have the power to change anything. The weight in her stomach felt stronger than the weight of guilt that pressed against her chest. So it only made sense to give up on simple wishes and prayers. What did just hopes ever give someone? Has anyone ever changed the course of history by simply hoping they could do it?
Her eyes had still been closed when she heard the familiar crunching sound of a pair of boots on the grass surrounding her resting spot. When her lips turned into a smile, it actually felt completely out of place. She hadn't found much cause for smiles recently. Her eyelids felt heavy as she turned her head to the side at the sound of his voice. Her hair fell around her shoulders, and probably had bits of dirt from the rock, or leaves twined in the light strands.
"Hi..." she whispered back. Her voice sounded strange, even to herself.
From this position, Desmond almost looked menacingly tall. His form was prominent in front of her, standing tall like an unmovable statue. He wore his signature clothing and she found that kind of comforting. She didn't, however, attempt to move from her position. Instead she continue to lay there and look up. Even in the darkness, she could make out the stunningly gorgeous shade of blue eyes that looked down at her. "I'm glad you came." Looking at him, Raina realized how much she wanted to jump up and go to him. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and have him hold her tightly. She wanted to close her eyes and let the rest of the world disappear the way it did when she was alone with him.
The smile was short lived as it started to fall from her face when she let her eyes wander back up to the sky. She felt as those she were sinking to the bottom of a black ocean with all the cold in the world filling her up from inside. It was strangling her. "You've lived a long time," she said, speaking slowly, almost to make sure she kept an even tone, despite the fact she was struggling to keep her voice from cracking. "Have you ever found it possible to change the past?"
She knew the answer, but how she wish it were different.