He wasn't even remotely sure how long it have been. Hours? Days? He had no way to keep track of the time that passed by. No watch, no phone, no hope... His hope had evaporated long before. The darkness was oppressing and everlasting. He could barely remember what it was like to see light.
"Are you okay?" came a small voice in the darkness.
"We're trapped in a metal box. Other than that I'm just peachy!" he said sarcastically, becoming annoyed. The woman reached for his hand and gave it a gentle reassuring squeeze.
"It's alright to be scared, you don't have to joke about it. Just don't panic. There is nothing was can do but wait for them to find us, Dylan. They are looking, just wait," she assured him. But he knew that she was trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince him.
"Every second that goes by brings us closer to death! How am I supposed to wait?" he cried, frustrated. He felt so damn helpless, unable to do anything to save her. He really didn't care about his own like. He knew when he took this job the risks he would have to take. He knew there was a chance he wouldn't come out of this alive. But it was Mira's like that made him so scared. She was too young to die, as cliché as that may sound. He felt like he had failed her. He was supposed to have her back. This wasn't supposed to happen! She wasn't supposed to die like this!
"It is going to be okay," she tried to soothe him, but even he could hear her resolve cracking. He sighed.
"Do you have any idea how long we've been down here?" he asked.
"I… I don't know," she replied, her voice sounding defeated.
"I'm starting to feel like I'm not even alive anymore. It's like the hope is too far gone, and I'm just hanging there in between life and death," he said, mostly to himself. Mira nodded.
"Like Schrödinger's Cat," she replied.
"You know, the paradox? Not alive or dead… It's quantum physics…" she replied, shaking her head. Dylan just chuckled.
"We really aren't going to make it out of this, are we?" he asked.
"They are looking for us. They will find us," she told him confidently. Dylan smiled sadly at her optimism. She just wasn't accepting the reality in front of them.
"Question is, will it be before we run out of air?" he muttered.
"Well, judging by the overall mass or the box, I could be able to calculate a probable air capacity-"
"How much air?" he asked, cutting her off. She bit her lip.
"We had about twelve hours of air in here to start with," she replied.
"How much have we used up?" he asked.
"I… I don't know," she sighed.
"They should be able to find us within a timespan of twelve hours," Dylan reasoned, for the first time feeling a little bit of hope.
"You don't get it," she replied, shaking her head sadly, "There are two of us. They have six hours from the time we were buried here," she told him. As soon as it came, his hope was gone. Six hours. He knew logically that they had used at least half of that time already… She would be dead within hours. He knew what he had to do.
"So you're saying that if I wasn't here… you might have a better chance of surviving 'til they find you?" he inquired. She raised her eyebrows.
"Yes… But you are here and there is nothing we can do about that," she replied. Dylan shook his head.
"There is a way."
"Dylan, no," she said firmly. He just smiled sadly. He had to do this. Every breath that he took lessened her chances of survival.
Dylan had made up his mind. He knew she would hate him for leaving her alone in this everlasting darkness with nothing but his body for company… But it was all for her own good. She had so much to live for. Dylan just… didn't. This was a sacrifice he had to make.
He would sacrifice for her. She was worth it.
A/N: not sure what I think of this… It was written for power of the pen (can you say "time crunch?") and so it's not very good. I would really like to know what you think, so please review!