Good Things Never Last

Chapter 92

I was happy.

I let the wind take me away as I began to plummet to the floor, yet I was happy. I was finally free. No more worries, no more stress. Nothing. Just peace.

I opened my arms wide while I watched the clouds grow distant as I neared my destination, as I neared the end. It was what I wanted, it had been for a while. And I was okay with it. I had nothing left to live for after all.

I smiled a real smile for the first time in months as I accepted my fate, already awaiting death with open arms. Life just wasn't worth living anymore.

But then I felt something.
It wasn't the jagged floor tearing me apart. It wasn't the sudden impact of the floor breaking each of my bones. It was something restraining me from being free. From being alive for only a few more moments. I struggled and kicked as the wind blew through my hair, blinding me to what was happening. I was certain I felt arms wrapped around my chest, and I knew exactly what was going on when the smell of pine and ash filled my nostrils.

I was released from my saviour moments later and automatically pushed my hands out in front of me, preparing myself for the impact that was about to come. And it did. As I made contact with the earth, I felt myself slide slightly over the jagged rock. I rolled over to look up at the man who had ultimately just saved my life. He was bent over with his hands on his knees in an attempt to gather his breath. He had let go of his trident on impact, allowing it to scatter a couple of metres away. He looked up, his scarlet eyes quickly locking with mine as he sent me a worried expression.

I stumbled to my feet, quickly hitting my hands against the hybrid's chestplate.
"Why? Why couldn't you let it happen?"
I was frustrated, that's for sure, but in the end, I couldn't blame him. He was doing what he thought was right.
"What do you mean..."
I shook my head as I turned away.
"Sorry. I'm sorry. Thank you for that"
Why had I looked forward to hitting the ground and taking my last breath so much?

Sighing to myself, I began to make my way across the crater as it fell apart around me, leaving holes deeper in it than before. It felt powerful, walking through complete destruction and chaos with not a care in the world. But my thoughts were elsewhere, deep within my panicked mind as I realised after everything it had all been for Tommy, but I didn't have that purpose, not anymore. As yet another bomb went off, I stood straight up on a hill with a strict posture as I watched the chaos unravel before me with no emotion on my face.

And I did something I should've done long ago.

I walked away.

I walked up to my old spot. A spot I hadn't visited in almost a year. The spot that was the beginning of so many memories that I would cherish forever.

I held my dagger tightly in my hand as I felt the blood drip off of it onto my ankle. My eyes were quick to find the clearance on a hill I used to sit on. The last time I went to the flower field, I was looking for serenity among the petals, but this time was different. This time I was full of seething resentment and hatred, but the pain I felt overwhelmed them both. It wasn't the physical agony that was bothering me; instead, it was the emotional pain. Everything I'd been holding in for so long burst forth through the gaping door Tommy had left open. He'd created a perfect situation for all my past regrets to come back and eat me alive once again.

Sighing, I slowly lowered myself onto a nearby sheltered log and rested my head in my hands, attempting to keep my breathing slow and steady. Every move I made caused more blood to seep through the gaps in my skin. It took me a couple of minutes to pull myself together and look up to face the eyes that had been watching me for some time. And of course, there he was, leaning against a nearby tree with his arms crossed over his chest.