Fate

25: Ours

Valentine's POV

Mine.

I thought she was mine.

That night at the ball.

Her scent, so heavenly sweet and perfect.

I thought I was the only one who could sense her.

My angel.

My everything.

But I suppose she isn't just mine, I'm not sure why I'm only just coming to realize this.

Everything was green. So green. Like sunlight and emeralds, the light reflecting from each stone and each crevice, only for the illumination to rebound onto an opposing wall. I couldn't see anything. Well, I couldn't see anything except from her.

I do not know how long we were stuck. Or I was stuck. It felt like eternity. Though eternity with her didn't seem like such a bad thing. I had stolen back the reigns from my monster and I was in control. God, I'm going to regret not being stronger. The scent of her blood was too much. And there was so much of it. It was as if everything in the world dissolved into pure nothingness and all that remained was her, and the ever-growing pool of her blood. 

Memories after that are vague. I remember Xanouth locking me up with his shadows, the significant pressure on each of my arms. I remember the scent, still so prominent in my mind and my nose that I couldn't help but fight against the unbeatable locks of darkness. My voice grew gruff after shouting for so long. But it wasn't gruff enough to stop the wails of grief after her death. We all felt it. We all knew as soon as Floren began to wail. It felt as though my heart had been removed from my body. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think. There was no point in living anymore. I just wanted her, living or not, in my arms. 

And that's when the green came. And all I can see now is her. Her with so pale skin, her snowy hair, so natural but so not. Her beautiful eyelids shut so gently, her rose lips, so soft and petal-like. She was, she is, she always will be my everything.

Our everything. 

Yeah, still getting used to that one.

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An overwhelming pressure pushes on my chest, my eyes flicker open. I'm laying on my front, the weight of my own body cutting off my air supply. I jump up almost immediately, but it's my mistake. I clutch at the overwhelming pain in my head, keeling over with the dizziness. I don't even notice the calling of her name.

Grief is dark. Grief feels like chains on a heart that isn't there. A heart that was stolen away with the loss of a loved one. Life seems pointless. Life seems to have hit a dead end. With your love life is endless, eternal. Without them, it's nothing. My body is consumed by darkness. My brain goes dead. I'm barely alive. I have no reason to be alive. I wish I wasn't alive.

"Astraea!" A voice filled with so much pain I hardly process it isn't one of us, the voice is feminine, "What did you do to her? Astraea!" The fuzzy outline of a tall, brunette woman enters my vision.

"Coco." Luther mutters, coughing slightly. 

"Don't speak brother, I don't want to hear it." She growls, slightly, then leans down to reach Astraea. As her hands go out to the pale frame of my angel, multiple growls rip from my chest. Leave her alone, I wish to say. But, after all, it wasn't her fault that she...she is dead.

Coco looks at me with so much fury in her glare that I almost lay on my stomach like an inferior. Her tears and slight sobs wrack through her body and the atmosphere. The glistening stream could be spotted from a mile away. I didn't know how close they are.