In Every Life || Yoko Tanaka & Divina

Wednesday Puts Things Into Perspective

Yoko spent Wednesday wallowing in self pity, never leaving her dorm let alone her bed. She cried most of the day, clinging onto her pillow and wishing it was Dulce. She felt...broken. Incomplete. Like she was missing half of her. Dulce was still at school, but it already felt like she was gone. Because Yoko lost her. All because she was an idiot.

She still had Divina who came periodically to check on her throughout the day, but it wasn't enough. Not a slight on Divina herself, simply how the world of mates worked. Yoko had two mates. Two people she would love forever. Two people she needed to be happy. But she only had one of them now. A vampire or werewolf dying of a broken heart after being rejected by their mate is an all too real possibility. Yoko didn't think she would die since she did still have Divina. But it certainly felt like she was.

When Bianca saw her return to their dorm so crestfallen that night, she immediately called Divina to see what happened. But she didn't know either. Because apparently Dulce was in the same boat. And neither girl would explain what happened on the roof. Though the context of their behavior allowed them to surmise that Yoko wasn't forgiven. But then why was Dulce sad too? Shouldn't she be angry instead? They weren't sure, and nothing they did could get either of them to talk.

Divina even used Dulce's phone to call Aria and then left the room to give them privacy. But when she came back, Aria told her that Dulce didn't even say a word. The older girl was ready to storm into Nevermore and throw hands with Yoko, but Divina managed to talk her down. Just barely though. And Divina got the feeling that if Dulce's behavior didn't change soon, no one would be able to stop Aria when she starts her war path.

Dulce felt bad that she was worrying everyone, but it was just too hard to talk about yet. Yoko—the person she had loved for seven hundred years—had completely abandoned her with no intention of ever returning. How do you deal with something like that? It hurt like no other pain she had ever experienced. Even worse than getting her life energy drained by a phantom. It felt like her heart was being picked apart by vultures. But the vultures were her own thoughts as they made the pain worse, whispering lies about not being enough. Being worthless. They picked at her heart like it was a carcass in the desert until she felt hollow inside. She wished her birthday would hurry up and get here. At least then she would have eighteen more years of blissful ignorance before feeling this pain again.

But then she felt bad for feeling that way since she still had Divina and all her family and friends. But it's hard to focus on the positives in life when your whole existence feels like a negative number. Less than nothing. And she knew she wasn't less than nothing. That she wasn't worthless. But it didn't change the fact that Yoko had left her. Gave up on her. Sure, Yoko apologized. But it felt like one of those things where—what was the saying? You're not sorry you did it, you're sorry you got caught? That's what the whole thing felt like. Because if Dulce hadn't shown up at Nevermore, Yoko never would've been sorry or be suddenly ready to try again. That wasn't exactly something that Dulce could just ignore.

Now it was Thursday morning, and while everyone else was in class (except for Yoko and Dulce), Wednesday headed over to Dulce's dorm. She didn't bother knocking and walked right in. Dulce was laying in bed on her side facing the wall while she held the stuffed frog that Ajax made her, His Majesty, tightly to her chest.

"We need to talk," Wednesday said as she stopped in the middle of the room. Of course Dulce didn't respond, but Wednesday wasn't exactly expecting her to. At least not until she said her next bit. "I know what curse you have and how to break it."

That grabbed Dulce's attention. She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed to face Wednesday. "Go on then."

"But given your current predicament, you're not going to like it."