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TW- PROFANITY/MENTIONS OF DEATH/ANXIETY 

WC- 1652 

--(Y/N) POV --- 

"Forever no more," shouts are heard from all around the dining room, with a glass raised high in the air. It was a time to celebrate the moments before we put our plan into action, the plan to flee the citizens with the rightful peace they deserved. 

I didn't receive that same thrill as the rest did. The ping of guilt that would hit me once I had entered those very walls that held me in for so long terrified me. While I was helping the other kingdoms, much smaller than my home, people were dying. Deaths of dozens of people, hundreds even. My temptations to prevent those actions now were undying, but why was I being held back? 

The act of vendetta. An act of vengeance. It's bittersweet. 

I take a sip of the soup that lies in front of me with slow movements. A sweet sensation overwhelms my mouth. Sweet, like the desired outcome of our victory. Then comes the bitter aftertaste, like the power of an undesired monarch. 

My hands tremble as I place the half-empty bowl of soup. I can only vision that dreadful fire. I always tried to search for the beauty of the rotten flames. The flames allowed the dying souls to dance around freely. Free from power. Free from fear. 

I look down at my hands and back to the steaming soup. I sit up from my chair and dismiss myself from my joyful laughs of the people that surround me. My emotions are piling up on me as I leave the room and head upstairs. I should be excited, right? Maybe I am, but why do I want to curl up in a ball and scream? I want to be in a closed area where no one will see the fear I contain. 

My greed to act upon the assassination is undying, but it's the memories holding me back from entering the walls once more. 

A weak tear slips from my (E/C) eyes. Pathetic. I can't reveal the side of me I dread the most. The side of me I had left all those years ago. 

I hold my head up and wipe the glistening tear from my cheek. I can't find myself stopping the swelled emotions wanting to burst from inside of me. My piling emotions grow stronger with each second.

I can't take it.

I run through the bedroom door with tears drooling down my cheeks like the veins in my body. I know my exit won't go unnoticed. I try to tone it all down a bit, but I can't find myself caring anymore. I've been holding it all back for far too long.  

***

The one to wake me is Dream. He hasn't woken me since my first day here, weeks ago. Technically, it was just a stare, but still. He gently shakes my shoulder and places a tray of eggs with bacon on my lap. "You weren't at the party last night," He says as he searches his wardrobe for something clean to wear. 

"I'm surprised you made an appearance yourself," I respond, my throat scratchy from the salt of the tears. I clear my throat, "I wasn't feeling so well." 

He grunts, "It's not good to lie, especially on a day like this." He's right. Today's the day I get my revenge. One lie can bring down the entire plan. I can't come clear to him though, I hardly know him. I don't even see him. 

"Stressed," I say, looking down at the food. It smells great, just what I need after yesterday. 

Dream nods and moves on to what he was doing beforehand. The food is delicious. It soothes all of my cravings as I wolf down the rest of my food, leaving only crumbs.