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I didn’t realize I was being lifted until my head rested on someone’s shoulder. The vibration of their sigh sounded like they were frustrated, and it left me wondering if it was my fault.
Everything was always my fault…
"It’s my fault…isn’t it? For existing…existing when I’m so weak. If…I was strong like Papa Dearest…no one would hurt me. No one would hurt everyone I love.” The sad truth made me want to cry. How easy it was to shed actual tears while being on the verge of sleep.
“I can’t die… I’m so scared…to die. I don’t want to hurt my loved ones anymore. I don’t…want Papa to wear such a scared face. I won’t be a burden anymore. I’ll be…good. I’ll behave…and be a boy. Boys…don’t get hurt. Boys…are strong and people obey…”
That’s how it felt at least.
"You’re not dying, Willow.” The voice was so far away that I wasn’t sure where it came from.The sky? All around? Was this man God?"You’re strong just as you are. My strong daughter…who’s simply being dragged through adult bullshit. I should have protected you better. Should have had the balls to fight against this destiny. It’s too late now. I can’t go back.”
He sounded ashamed of himself. As if he truly hated what was happening.
"So we just have to keep enduring it. Keep surviving as you have been. I know it’s tiring, but one day, you’ll finally understand why I did what I did. The reason why I have to be the villain in your world when all I wished is to be your hero. Your savior from this shitty cycle.”
I didn’t really get it anymore, my mind already wandering as the gentle stroking sensation through my hair further calmed me.
"One day, you’ll understand that everything I do is for your salvation. For you to rise and prove to all these fuckers that you will claim what is rightfully yours. I’m just a scapegoat in this game, but you? You’ll checkmate all of them. Every single one. I swear it.”
My body simply relaxed as I got tired of fighting the urge to sleep. I’d have no choice but to return to the land of dreams, but in this person’s arms, I felt safe.
“You will be victorious, Willow,” he vowed. “Mark my words.”
* * *
~WILLIAM~
Death.
Such a fickle feeling to experience.
It was so different to feel your last set of breaths escape your pale blue lips — your eyes staring above and beyond while you wondered where your next destination would be.
What you’d face on the other side.
Watching someone take their last breath was completely different.
It was an aspect I hadn’t taken into consideration as something I’d witness at such a prime moment in my life.
I didn’t expect to feel so…
Numb.
My eyes stared outward; the scene of NYC recovering from our punishment didn’t deliver the same triumph it had mere hours ago.
I focused on the trails of smoke that still drifted into the air. The majority of the fires were now out but the sirens of various emergency vehicles still echoed like a serenade that craved to remind the world of what was lost.
The sirens from the secret services ambulance had drifted away a long time ago, and yet their specific high-pitched rings assaulted my ears like they were still present.
Still attempting to revive Papa Dearest.
I should have gone with him.
I should have had the balls to ride in the same vehicle going at illegal speeds to take him to the best paranormal doctors in NYC, but I simply couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t fucking function.
All I could do was lay a single blood rose upon his chest, as if to say farewell to the man who I finally realized was never meant to be the villain of my story.
