When Yang had cooled down a bit or as much as it was possible in 40 Celsius degrees, he returned to his partner. He landed on his b.u.t.t and took off the lid on his leather bag. As he tilted the bag, no water came out.Disappointed, he threw it on the ground and then looked towards Yin. Her eyes were closed again, so she must have fallen asleep. He moved sluggishly to her side and saw once again a pained expression on her face.
Was she having bad dreams again?
His hand reached out slowly under her scarf and felt her forehead, which was burning. He then checked the last water bag and concluded it as empty as well.
One of them was sick and the other one was thirsty as h.e.l.l. Both of them had consumed every single drop of water they had left. Their situation was as c.r.a.ppy as it could get.
Yang fell back on the ground and squeezed his eyes shut.
Was this the end?
The words of the Ice G.o.d rang in his mind loudly. He admitted that it would truly be a better option to just die by a well placed cut then to suffer for hours.
His eyes flew open with determination. From his backpack he picked out the knife and then sat down in front of Yin. The scarf was taken off in order to ensure the accuracy. He swirled the small knife in his hand as he hesitated.
A quick slice to her throat would end it all. She was unconscious anyway and wouldn"t feel the pain. It was also her wish for this to happen. She told him to do so.
However when the blade approached her tender neck, a restrictive feeling wrapped itself around his heart. It made him severely uncomfortable and caused him to cease his action.
Why did he feel this way?
He had never experienced this in the past whether it was about the crazy woman or others. During some occurrences he had even been p.i.s.sed enough to truly want to hurt her, but still his heart hadn"t responded like this.
What had changed?
Nevermind. He shook his head of these unnecessary thoughts. It was better to focus on the present. If he was unable to perform the act on her, he had only another option.
Yang took off his own scarf and gulped hard.
The quicker, the better. He repeated this mentally as he with a swift, circular move slashed above his trachea and opened his carotic arteries. The pain was immediate and strengthened in intensity as the blood flew out. Blood also clogged his airways, which caused him to cough heavily.
As his life flew out of his body, his vision diminished. The last thing he saw was the sleeping beauty who made his heart give a few extra beats before it finally gave up.