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They aren’t dead.
Not exactly.
They had promised.
They had promised her. Promised their Maria.
They had promised her they would … continue. Continue after.
Continue after her lungs failed. Continue after her heart ceased to move blood and oxygen through their body. Restare, Maria had whispered, without breath. Stay.
Resta il mio amore.
How could they do otherwise?
But they are weak. Weakened by the infection that burns through their body. They barely have the strength to escape.
What strength they have left carries them down.
The darkness Under welcomes them.
They have been waiting.
And then she touches them.