“Stand,” the matron says. “Observe.”
We obey, wanting to look away. Stephen glares, defiant. Doomed. I want to rescue him, hold him close. I have loved him for ages. He doesn’t know my name.
“Structure keeps us safe,” the matron says. “You know the dangers out there.”
We don’t, having never seen. Others have been caught trying to look outside. This is my fourth Assembly, but the first time I’ve cared.
Stephen vaults. Up, over. Gone
He flings open the blast doors.
We scramble for the shadows, skin smoking.
Stephen blows me a kiss, and bursts into flame