The Prophecy's Pawn
Eric muttered after a few seconds, his voice piercing through the quiet like a knife, "if this is someone's idea of ambiance, I'd say they're trying way too hard."
I couldn't help but smile, despite the anxiety in my stomach. "Are you seriously cracking jokes right now?"
"Hey," he replied, flashing me a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "If we're going to die, I'd rather do it with a sense of humor. Plus, how do you laugh? "It is always worthwhile."
The comments caught me off guard, causing a flutter of warmth in my chest as I rolled my eyes. "Smooth, Eric." "Smooth."
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