She knows exactly that those words will be said sooner or later. It is always like this. This place is always empty, but the sky always changes at random times (maybe, she isn't sure since the concept of ‘time’ does not exist in this place). Alice likes this place. When nothingness exists as far as she can see, and the only thing she can do in this place is staring at the sky.
And when dusk arrives, Peter always appeared. Does she know him, does she not know him, she’s not sure. But they always talk. Mostly, it was Peter who talked. Alice simply listened to him. She likes how happy Peter tells his life. His sister now can crawl everywhere. Peter’s favorite lunch of the week. The idiocy of his friends that never fails to amuse her.
Alice likes how Peter enjoys his life.
“You know, Alice.” And those stories always ended up like this. “You should come back.”
She chuckled, “You know I can’t do that.”
“No. You don’t want to come back.”
Yes, it always ended up like this. Alice stared at the dark sky. Soon, the night will come. The moment stars shine brightly, Peter will disappear.
“I’ll wait for you,” he said, his finger pointing towards the sky. “I always am.”
Of course. Peter is always persistent in things he wants. Both of them know it too well. That’s why Alice chose not to say anything. Peter, also know this side of Alice, let the silence fills them. His time in this place will end soon.
And like the last time, he always fails to convince the girl.
“Good night, Alice.” He said his farewell for this time.
“See you,” The girl mumbled.
Even though Peter disappears, he always comes in the next dusk. Telling the update of his life. Trying to convince her to come back. And then disappears again till the next dusk. Their situation is always like this, like an endless circle. That’s why Alice never thinks too much about his disappearance, even if she’s the one being left behind in this place. She is the one who chooses this.
Alice sighed. The object of her stare is still the same after Peter’s disappearance.
“The second star to the right, and straight on till morning came,” she muttered under her breath. “Even though you already give me the ‘key’ to come back, both of us know it’s still impossible for me. Sorry, Peter. My cowardice is worse than Dorothy’s lion.”
Like the nights before, the star shines most brightly. It’s still beautiful. So beautiful it makes her heart ache.
“… Good night, Peter. Sweet dreams, wherever you are.”
