(inspired by Himininn er að hrynja, en stjörnurnar fara þér vel, by Ólafur Arnalds)
“Ana, what happens when we die?”
The little girl who was previously toying around with a small flower she had picked up somewhere near the edge of the playground turned her attention to her friend. Her round, blue eyes shifted, her childlike gaze turned somewhat more mature. Something changed in her after she lost her mother months ago.
“You’ll forget everything, everything.”
She was silent, her gaze shifted back to the flower between her fingers.
“Yes, even me.”
“But how did you know that, Ana?”
“Mama didn’t recognize me anymore,” she answered, “She didn’t recognize anyone, not even Papa.”
Cassie stopped talking for a while, her feet shifted anxiously on the ground beneath, her expression seemingly in deep thought.
“I wouldn’t want to die.” Cassie spoke after a while, her eyes deeply saddened, “I would never forget you, Ana. Never. I promised you we’d be best friends forever,” she continued, looking up at her friend, “I’d never forget you.”
Ana didn’t know what to reply, so she smiled and held her friend’s hand, her eyes still on the flower in her right hand.
Her breath hitched on her throat, tears were filling up her eyes. She called her friend’s name over and over again, but she wouldn’t reply even though her eyes were wide open; her gaze was empty, and red liquid pooled underneath her head, growing wider and wider and wider…
She lied. She lied. She lied…