"I'm so tired of this. Tired of all that cruelty and desperation. We deserve more than that, so much more. We could be so many things, and be so happy… We would be immense. We can conquer so much."

Margaret's melancholic gaze met the naïve audacity of Richard's countenance. The mild bravery that emanated from him almost convinced her that the things that he said could actually concretize someday. Intertwined in that small cold room, everything seemed a little more possible than in anywhere else.

"Let's conquer the world… Let's run away, Margaret."

After finishing his sentence, he observed her anxiously while she sat slowly on the bed with a distressed look upon her face. Her eyes, usually so alive and kind, were now fixed and bitter.

"There's no time for such foolishness.", was all she said, in a low, unstable voice.

"What do you mean, there's no time? Time is the only thing we still have. We're so young! So young for all this shit, all that disillusion. Let's be young…"

While he spoke, Richard delineated the contour from Margaret's ear down to her chin; she placed her hand over his, closing her eyes.

"Youth isn't a motive, far less a merit" She opened up her eyes and continued, "It's just… A fatality."

Both of them remained silent as Margaret caressed Richard's scar. By then, future was again as tortuous and miserable as it had always been.

This is my first attempt ever to translate a fanfic, so I would appreciate any corrections or suggestions. Hope you enjoy it!