Re: quicklog: carnival abe/sasha
[Sasha was trembling under the blanket, cold and clammy to the touch. Abe was so warm comparatively, and she clung to him as tight as she could when he got into bed with her. Which wasn't tight at all. She was weak as a newborn, still striving to be as strong as she was able for him. It wasn't fair. Maybe she'd loved Abe too much, and that's what was making her heart fail now?]
I don't want one. [So, yes, Sasha didn't want to die. Not really. Not anymore. In that sense, she did not want a funeral. On the other hand, she didn't want a funeral even if she died. It would just be all four people she knew lying about how much they loved her, how great of a person she was, and how she'd be missed so much. Okay, so maybe Abe would mean it, but not the others. Her breath hitched with that telltale sign of pneumonia.] I want people to be tricked into a flat earth meeting instead. [Even pale and sickly, Sasha's smile was big and toothy as she looked up at him.] And they all have to be served koolaid.