Twin Flames (Riven x OC)

Riven

I loved hearing her call my name. No one else made it sound quite the same. It was addicting, and I'd nearly demanded she say it again. I needed her to call for me, but when she finally had again for a third time, it was a loud scream, my name caught up in demand that I don't come back to her. Alex had wanted me to stay behind the barrier, but I found that I physically couldn't.

I had been afraid before. I may have denied it but it was a completely human response that of course I'd felt. But this fear was different. This was fearing that I'd see her die right before my eyes. She was dying. Unless we caught the burned one that did this to her, she'd eventually succumb to the growing wounds and decay of flesh.

And it was my fault.

When I'd laid her down and seen her eyes close, I knew she felt at least something of what I thought. I didn't doubt for a moment that she knew I was scared, and I hated feeling that she was too and that she knew of mine. I felt like everything slowed, like the concept of time was no longer working when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Silva, saying something to me whilst the headmistress and a guard approached Alex, laying lifeless.

I had to be physically torn away from her. Every part of me screamed that I should follow when she was carried away, but I was told not to. I knew we were in trouble, that much was evident, but I still couldn't understand why the hell I had to get some sleep when someone was hurt because of me.

It may look like I was without heart but that didn't mean I wanted someone to die because of me. I felt selfish beyond comprehension as Silva practically threw me into my room, seeing Sky wide awake still, as if having waited for when I'd get back.

His eyes told me he knew. I would've wondered how he'd have guessed, except the blood on my arms and the two evident burn marks on my wrists were a sight that no one would be able to ignore.

"I'll go ask for some cream," he gestured to my wrists and all I could do was nod. I wanted to shower. I couldn't bear seeing the blood. It's not like the crimson liquid usually made me feel particularly uneasy, but knowing who it belonged to and that she'd been right there, that's what made me feel sick enough to throw up into the toilet.

"Fucks sake," I stripped myself out of my completely ruined clothing that I knew I'd most likely need to replace entirely, turning on the shower and standing beneath the streams. A sharp cry released itself from my throat when the droplets cascaded down to my burns, making me move my arms away and out of the water. Blood ran down to disappear into the drain, erased almost as if nothing had happened.

How could this have gone so horribly wrong? The night hadn't started bad. I dared admit that I'd enjoyed myself just about enough to agree to it again. If she really threw herself into learning how to fight, there was very little doubt in my mind that she'd cause a lot of damage.

Lord knows she needed it when her magic inevitably failed her.

The blood was lighter now, like I'd finally managed to get most of it out of my skin when I felt it. The pain was sharp, quick, fucking unbearable and entirely too real. I screamed, leaning over before succumbing to the stinging that wasn't my own. I sat there under the streams of water crying out as if to tell her that I felt her pain too and I needed her to know.

I did. I had no reservation on the fact that what I was feeling weren't my own physical wounds. What I couldn't understand was how my body suddenly reacted when she wasn't even near me anymore. That had never happened. In the entire week of being plagued with her existence, everything I felt and everything she made me feel had only ever been in her presence.

But she wasn't here. Why the fuck could she hurt me?

"Riv?" Sky snapped me out of my thoughts and I immediately turned off the shower, trying to stand though my legs shook and wanted to fall out beneath me. Her wounds were mine, as if the guilt I felt wasn't enough and I needed to be punished by physically feeling it too. It was all so hopeless.