In the Name of Chaos

Chapter 21: Unknown - SAINT'S PERSPECTIVE

Saint's perspective

I won't lie to myself about how I felt having Willow around, and I never lied to her about that either. She was a lot of trouble, but, even though I probably will never tell her this and probably won't get the chance to after today, I liked being around her.

She's a focused girl and she focuses on the right thing; family. There aren't many people who still put blood before anything else, especially in a country like Geode where everything you've ever wanted will be offered to you on a silver platter just so you can betray your family. At least, after everything she's done and everything she's given up, she finally got her sister back. It's a shame about Kane.

I wave goodbye to Willow after she climbs into her car, but just when I'm about to look away, I notice weird marks on a grey sleeve. I'm not too sure, but it looks like that sleeve has letters covering it, and the only thing that comes to mind is that terrorist group that's causing a buzz in Geode at the moment.

It isn't odd or suspicious for anyone to wear clothing like that, but I don't think anyone would be daring enough to wear an outfit so close to the one broadcasted as a 'symbol of destruction', especially when the police are trying to hunt that group down. It's just ridiculous for anyone to wear anything close to their outfits. It's even more ridiculous for Willow to wear that under a long-sleeved black top; it's blazing hot.

I step forward to get a closer look at it, but the window is already up and the car is already moving. It would feel silly to walk up to her and ask to see what's she's wearing so I won't even bother to stop the car. I think she's had enough stress to last a lifetime, and I can't help but wish I did more for her. She deserves better than a short life without family and a painful end when her infection starts again.

Still, I think taking the cure was the best thing for her. No one else could really help her, and at least she won't spend the last moments of her life locked up in some lab and losing herself. It's just a shame her life will be shorter than what I originally predicted.

Willow's condition must be serious considering she already felt, even though it was little, some pain only a day after Aris gave her the cure. I doubt she'll even make it up to a year, and I don't think it's smart for me to be hopeful that she'll be some exception to Aris' cure and actually survive some of this.

I actually need to speak to Aris. He's probably irritated by now, but I don't think I'll ever stop asking until I get the answer I want; I'll keep asking if we can organise for Willow to speak to her family once in a while.

I know she'll be happy to be with Kane, but considering she did so much for Mathea, I figure it only makes sense that they get to speak again. It just seems messed up for someone to not speak to their family for months then hear about the news of their death. I don't know how I'll even be able to deliver that news, physically and emotionally speaking.

"Sorry." A blonde-haired lady bumps into me as I walk back into the building.

When I look up, I notice Aris is no longer staring at us from the window. He won't admit it, but I think he'll miss having Willow around. He did say she was entertaining.

I push a door open with my shoulders and fish Willow's envelope out of my pocket. I wonder if she explained everything in this letter; everything about her condition and what is really happening to her.

"Shit," I say out loud and ignore the glances from people around me.

As much as I want to respect Willow's privacy, I can't risk her spilling secrets to her family through this letter. The black market can't risk a slip up like this, not after everything we've all been through. I can always type out the letter, but leave out anything that could cause any problems for us. A handwritten letter would be more sentimental, but her family will have to understand.