Breaking Clarisse ***completed***

26. The Sacrifice

Hey guys just a quick warning this ending may be hard for some people to read. Clarrisse dies in this chapter. There is no swearing or real gruesome parts but it talks about what she feels and experiences. Anyways hope you all like it.

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I never had a milk bath before. It was soothing and relaxing. My skin even had a bright glow to it. I refused those fucking herbs though I did have a glass of wine to calm my nerves. Elijah sure knew how to send my emotions into a raging turmoil. I started to feel very emotional which was probably the wine's fault. I thought about my body parts being chopped out and sent to the four corners of the world which didn't ease my pain at all.

At least I got to experience love, I mean who can say they live there life and actually find someone that they were meant to be with. Not alot of people get that. I still had worry about how he would be without me and then Anna I hoped he would protect her. I started to sob and stopped myself.

Nope I won't give that to them. I'll put on my big boy pants so to speak and be brave. At least I can do that for him.

After my bath I slipped on my gown and realised that this was how I was actually gonna go out. So many freak accidents happen in the world and here I am giving my life up so that someone out there can live. I hope there worth my organs that I prided myself on taking care of. I never smoked a day in my life. Had a few drinks here and there but never did any heavy drugs.. Now I wish I had at least experimented a little.

At least I looked and felt like a real princess. I was even being pampered so it could always be worse. My last moments and I'm sugar coating it like a saint.

The gown was made of silk. It tingled against my skin. It laid low, right at my knees with two straps that hung nicely against my shoulders. The light ivory color made me look like an Angel which was fitting to where I was headed.

I felt confident and brave until I walked out.. Jeremiahs reaction were too much for me to handle.

I'm sorry I was too late. He cried just as he dropped at my feet.

He looked so tired like he hadnt slept in months. Wow had I really been gone that long?

He took me in his arms and held me for a moment. Panting like he had been running for miles. Shaking as he squeezed tighter.

I looked to him for closure. Anything that would let me just say Farwell. He turned to me focusing on the connection between our hands with a mixture of despair and regret.

I waited but it was as if he was suddenly hesitant.. He clenched and unclenched his jaw. Eyeing the connection as His palm now pressed against my own. His mouth enveloped mine. A growing flame ignited my heart.

To everyone else our relationship seamed silly and just not real enough but to us it was different. We connected in ways that only destined spirits collide. Opening up in a way that made dreams real and a vulnerability that only our spirits would understand. We did not just come together but our spirits became one.