Neon Nights

Her face softened and she sighed, standing up and going over to him, sitting on the table and looking down to him.

"But I have to be there, sweet boy. I have to. You don't."

 

"I think you put me more in danger if you come with than if you stay," she replied.

 

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose before ruffling his hair.

"Okay. Compromise. You can come with, but you have to promise me that you'll leave if I get caught."

 

"Right. But if I get taken in, you don't come in after me. You run."

 

She squinted at him.

"No, Abel. If I get taken in, I need you to leave me behind."

 

She sighed, looking tired.

"Abel..."

 

She squinted at him, cupping his jaw with her hand.

"Abel, I don't know how to get you to understand that I will probably not survive to see the end of all this. I don't even mean that to be coy; you and I are doing something really, really dangerous, and it's highly unlikely that I'm going to live to see the end of the Rebellion. You need to be okay with that."

 

She sighed, her shoulders slumping a little.

"I won't die in there, Abel. Eve doesn't want to kill me."

 

"A week?" she replied, sounding a little hopeless. "I don't know if I can get out in a week, Abel..."

 

She hesitated, folding her hands.

"A month, at least."