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Then why are you the one acting like her...
The metal of the ladder was cold beneath her fingers, sending a shiver down her spine. She focused on the sound of her ragged breathing reaching her ears, mixed with the sound of her footsteps on the stone floor. The burnt smell coming from her weapon strapped to her back did nothing to help the nausea caused by the metallic taste of blood filling her mouth after she had bitten too hard on the inside of her cheek. She looked down and examined her uniform, torn and stained with dust from the underground tunnels. Was Vi's in the same condition? Vi...
I keep telling myself that you're different, but you're not...
She climbed the first rung of the ladder and saw her mother's gaze. Her blue eyes, disappointed in what her daughter had become. She climbed the second rung and saw her father's gaze. His eyes bore all the pain of his grief. She climbed the third rung and saw Jinx's gaze. Her pink eyes reflected all the madness and hatred that drove her. She climbed the last rung and saw Vi's gaze. Her blue-grey eyes, full of tears and confusion. Vi...
Everyone in my life has changed, promise me you won't change...
She hadn't changed, had she? She had stayed the same, that's what she had promised. Except for the hatred that occupied her thoughts as soon as she opened her eyes and haunted her nightmares late into the night. The hatred she took to the shooting range at dawn, and which followed her like a shadow until the last rays of the sun. That hatred she saw shining in her blue eyes as soon as she passed by a mirror. That hatred that prevented her from visiting her mother's grave or speaking to her father. That hatred that only Vi seemed to understand. Vi...
Oil and water... Wasn't meant to be...
Her knees trembled beneath her next step and what little balance she had left was swept away by the frantic beating of her heart in her ears. Every muscle in her legs gave up on her one after the other, and her body tilted forward. Her palms slammed against the floor, every little bump in the cement tearing small fragments of skin from her hands. The burning tingling sensation on her palms was the first thing that felt real in weeks. Her eyes fell on the blood beading on her wounds and followed the drops as they trickled down her wrists. Vi would have bandaged her wounds... Vi...
It's been real, Cupcake...
She swallowed, trying to hold back the cry she felt forming in her throat. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her breathing, which she felt accelerating and burning her lungs. She listened to the silence, trying to slow her heart, which she felt going crazy in her chest. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears she felt welling up in her eyes. Vi would have wiped her wet cheeks... Vi...
Dispite it all, I can tell, you have a good heart...
She ignored the little voice in her head telling her it was too late. She was going to climb down the ladder and find Vi. She would take her hand and help her up. She would wipe away the tears that would have been streaming down her cheeks. She would take her back home, which had become their home lately. She would apologise ten, a hundred, a thousand times if she had to. She would hug her as tightly as she could. She would make it up to her. Vi would forgive her, wouldn't she? Vi...
You're going to help me out, Cupcake ?
Vi had been in prison and she had helped her get out. Vi had helped her find information about Silco. She had saved Vi from Sevika. Vi had carried her home after she had been injured on the bridge. She had convinced her mother to let Vi speak to the council. Vi had saved her when Jinx kidnapped her. She had kissed Vi. It was them, together, her and Vi.
" Vi ? "
In what mad world would I trust someone like you?
The pit was empty.