Immortals || H.S.

XXII

Harry–

As I held Tina between my arms, her head resting above my heaving chest, the smell of her hair travelling up to my nostrils and drugging me, I began thinking about her devastated state; how she was coping with all of the events taking place in her (or our) life, how she was breaking apart second after second, how she would one day reach the point of not being able to take in all that’s happening… and how all that’s happening is actually my fault. Being the person that I am, everything that’s happening in her life, from good to bad, is all because of me, all because I am myself. I was sent here to originally destruct her, and when I completely destroy the Augustina Travis then the road to Immortals’ end would be easy and thorns-free. I was sent here to corrupt their system from the roots, and I have been doing exceptionally well, the only trouble in my way is the fact that in my way of destroying the roots, I’ll face the stage of destroying Tina herself, which is why I hate myself, hate Fate for putting me in such circumstance, hate the universe for allowing me to go on that mission.

It’s like I have fallen into a hurricane that only goes wider, sucking more people within its destruction, damaging more hearts within the process of rotation and moving further ahead. The thing I dread the most, though, is the possibility of me turning up to be the hurricane itself, which is not an impossible probability, for that’s what I have been doing lately: destroying people… including me.

Tina’s pleas for a normal life make my guilt increase inside of me to a limit where it has the ability to ruin me. She begs to have a different life than the one she has had for ages, which is such a terrible thing, meaning that me and my actions have driven her to the point where she already hate the life she used to love and cherish the most, and wish for a new one; a rather normal one. I remember her once saying how boring a normal life can be, and that she wishes not to have a normal life if normality means boredom. Tina loves the thrill and taking risks; it’s that rush of adrenaline she experiences whenever she’s out on a task that makes her heart pump the blood inside of her body and keep her alive. And now, that she’s wishing for all this to end and be replaced with a boring life is such a painful thing to hear. It throws me off guard and wrenches my heart until it bleeds without a medication that would heal it.

She had been crying, sobbing out of pure hurt and grief. The tears she had shed all fell on the fabric of my tee, moistening them. When she came to silence, she finally spoke after her breakdown, saying: “Harry…?” I hummed, encouraging her to continue speaking. She sniffled, “do you think the world would allow us to escape the fires?”

I thought about her question for some moments, trying to work out an answer that pleases her since she’s not in the condition which would accept any disappointing answer. After some moments of silence, trying to find that convincing but comforting answer, she hummed, signaling that she wanted an answer and that I ought to hurry up with responding to her question.

I finally managed to say: “The world doesn’t want us to escape, but with our perseverance, we can force it to allow us.”

I wasn’t all too convinced with my answer. I mean, can we really manage forcing the whole world onto doing something that was not fated to happen? Can we be that powerful? I have known people who have forced the world to change Fates, to change the inevitable, but all these people were from either Greek mythologies or fiction legends. I did not believe that we, a bunch of mid-twenty misfits considered as outcasts because of our way of thinking, can seriously obligate the greatest force to do something against its will. Augustina, on the contrary, nodded against my chest, seemingly convinced with my answer. I wondered what she might be thinking of at the moments of silence like the one we were passing through at that time.