[The name of my OC is Lydia Romanoff and is made up by me.]

Something wasn't right. In the strangest of ways, the air was telling me that this was the beginning of the end.

I didn't know what was happening, but I never stopped looking for him.

When I had searched through my drawer, all I could find was Rip Wan Winkle's lace napkin with the words 'Auf Wiedersehen fräulein.', and I hadn't seen a glimpse of her for days. I was all by myself now, but for the first time I actually felt free when I roamed around the endless white corridors of Deus ex machina, not only because I was released from the handcuffs but because I felt like I belonged.

But I still needed to find him.

Schrödinger wasn't anywhere or everywhere. He was nowhere. He was gone.

It wasn't until I reached the ceiling of the blimp that I finally could outline his form.

The airship was on the ground, but it was still windy and the air was harsh and recklessly cold.

"Schrödinger." I called, and when he turned around, it all felt unreal. But it wasn't. He was here. He was right before me on the ceiling of the Devil's airship.

"You came." he said.

His eyes lit up at the sight of me and he was smiling.

"I'm not here to forgive you." I warned, and I felt my heart ache. "You've caused me so much trouble, but I can't just let you go like this." I admitted.

"I know." Schrödinger said, his smile remaining even though I could hear the guilt in his voice.

"Therefore I won't apologize either, but you will never understand my repentance. And I will never understand how I was able to hurt you when I like you so much. You shouldn't hurt people you like. Sure, that's how it works?" he asked and I nodded bluntly.

He was so forthright about his shortcomings; it was hard to chastise him.

"Why are you still here?" I asked him, and the most absurd idea popped into my mind.

"You're amazing Schrödinger. You don't have to belong to all of this. It's an entire world out there. I can show you, but we must go now then." I said, and how strange it might appear; the more I talked the more I actually believed in this crazy fabrication.

"We must leave tonight though. I won't take anything with me. I will follow you." I said, more than willing to let him lead our path to freedom, and Schrödinger listened to me curiously and looked excited and for a moment I thought he would actually agree with this madness but then he said: "It's too late."

"What is too late?" I asked.

"It's time." he simply told me. "I can't go away with you, and you can't come with me." he said, and he became that serious again. I felt my heart break for the countless of times and took my first step back from him but he reached out to me.

"I need you right now, if only for a minute." he said. "I'll never go away, Lydia. I'll never leave, even when the world is overturned." he assured, his hand grabbing onto my lower arm this whole time.

Who is he? The question will follow me to dead.

We only stare at each other, like we are waiting for someone to interrupt and pull us apart.

"Where are you going?" I asked with the strength of a dying. The wind tugged his sandy blond hair around and when his touch was gone, he said: "I'm going to deliver a message."

Before he left, his heel stomped the ground and he honored me with a salute. And then suddenly I sense something. Suddenly, I feel in me that he will die.

"Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us."

- Sappho