Book one of two.
Post war.
Odette Elara Viotto can't help but feel foreign in the place she grew up in, and seems to believably lie that she is coping like others around her.
After one dark wizard perishes, another forges- reeking havoc within the...
(!!TW!! This chapter contains mentions of death, abuse, blood, violence, murder, and more upsetting topics)
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This is who we are, a product of war.
- Unknown author
Odette took the piece of parchment out of the black envelope so fast the corner cut her thumb, but she didn't care.
She sucked the blood trickling from her thumb as she began to read.
﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Dear Odelia,
I wasn't sure what I wanted to say when we were standing together, about to bind ourselves to each other for life, I had an idea, but didn't know how to form sentences.
So I'll say it now.
It may not seem that I am the type of person to care for anyone aside myself, when I in fact do— I do care for someone who isn't myself, and if you don't know who I am talking about then I suggest you go obtain a brain before you continue reading.
It sickens me to my core that over the last few weeks I have grown to care for you, you and your annoying ego. I wouldn't have ever imagined it to be you a person like me, the son of a man so cruel and bloodthirsty, I'd fall for— and yes, I said fall for.
At first glance you just seemed like every other annoying, know-it-all girl— the Slytherin version of Granger... but I was wrong, you are nothing like anyone I've ever known, well... aside from myself.
You are nothing like how people would assume you to be, you are a girl cursed with pain, living a life of continuous suffering and haunted by the memories of those who had treated you so harshly, so wrongly— the people who made you into a weapon and told you to find peace.
Some people are just born with tragedy in their blood, I guess— and that's what make both you and I so similar, the reason I am drawn to your destructive nature... because it is something I can unfortunately relate with.
Your hands are scarred from murder, yet I trust you completely.
We were both children, tossed into a war, but now that that war has concluded, what do we have now except one another?
Whenever I looked into your eyes I knew that the fire that burned within them could not only burn... but could destroy, destroy anything that wronged them, destroy anything in their path.
It's all a bit tragic, really, how such dire situations have drawn us together— it is an unusual situation, a rewrite of a novelists greatest trope.
Running with you has quite honestly been the most exciting adventure of my lifetime, as forward as that is. My entire life had be choreographed to be the perfect son, the smartest student, the best wizard... I never had the chance to do as I want, a chance to live life freely... until I met you.
You made my life easier to live, more exhilarating, more worthwhile— it was bearable with you, enjoyable.
As disgustingly happy as you made me, it also left me fearful and nervous. Nervous because I know how much at cost there is to care for someone, how much there is to lose.
And all those fears were tested when I thought you had died, thought you had left me, forever. The thought of you— the first person I ever cared for aside myself— leaving this world, leaving me alone sickened me to my stomach. I couldn't fathom an enjoyable life without you, Odelia.
You, of all people, do not deserve to perish so young. Despite what you'd think, you deserve the world and more.
You deserve a soft epilogue, my dear, for you are in possession of a good heart and have suffered enough.
You are a mess of gorgeous chaos, and it is readable in your eyes— those beautiful, virescent eyes I find myself forever mesmerised by.
It wasn't just your eyes that had held me captive, your unique beauty that could only be compared with that of a Slavic goddess, your hair woven by threads plucked from the night sky, your cheeks rosey from the kiss of an invisible bachelor, your lips forever wearing a smile like a loaded gun.
Your beauty was only a small aspect of the things I admire, your ruthless power is both daunting yet laudable. Whenever I saw you at work, defending yourself with dark spells and careless beauty, I always thought to myself: May merlin have mercy on her enemies, because she sure as hell won't.
Oh god help me, I've just gave you so many compliments I'm sure your ego has imploded.
What I'm trying to say is, we are both just bruised bodies containing broken souls.
I care for you, to my utter disgust. You are meaningful to me, something I've grown to realise I cannot live without.
Don't, please whatever you do, use this against me— if you do I will claim it was all some ludicrous hoax that I fathomed to humiliate you.
And I'd also like for you to know, despite the truth that has arose— that truth being you're really Odelia and murdered your sister— that I don't care about that, you were a child who was told to grow up to fast, a child who lived an unreasonable life, a child who made all the right mistakes to get where she is now.
You are enough for the world. You are enough for me.
You are enough. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏
Odette's eyes misted over like fog over a lake, clouds of emotion disorientated her vision, beads of liquid diamond travelled down her dirt stained cheek.
