“No? Why not?”
Alexander looked me in the eyes again, and his looked very blue, darkened and serious.
“Because the moment we leave, you’ll be dead.”
“The moment we leave, you’ll be dead.”
Well, he could have been less “graphic” about it, right? No—actually, no.
Saying “dead” was definitive enough. Going straight to the point was the best gift he could have given me, I think; dressing up reality by swearing that everything would end once he left would have been cruel, and Alexander wasn’t that kind of person. That was something I did have figured out about him. A part of him was, certainly, very animal and wild, but he wasn’t cruel.
I looked at him for a moment, and the good thing was that he also fell silent, perhaps assessing the expression on my face. I don’t recall having one, act
