𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐦.

05

The two sat in the grass, yet again. 

"Why do you do that to yourself?" Finally bringing up the courage to ask her, pointing to her wrists.

She stiffened. "Everyone says cutting is stupid and it's crazy. But for me, cutting is just letting go of the hurt and the fury." She expressed.

"It's a way of coping. It's always there when everything is broken. when I can't stop crying. For years, it's been my friend, digging deeper and deeper into my skin. It's far from stupid; it's the only thing that helps me get rid of the pain." 

He gazed at her. He couldn't stand the thought of her hurting herself. 

"Have you forgotten where you are?" Syrah asked as Elijah regained consciousness, trying to break free from the manacles. 

"Save your strength," Esther added taking a sip from her tea. "My chains don't break so easily. Having sweet dreams?" She asked. 

"Get out of my head," Elijah announced. 

Esther smiled. "I'm not in your head. You were screaming. Go ahead. Get your bearings. We have much to discuss" She said before walking out of the tomb, leaving Elijah and Syrah alone. 

"Did you miss me?" Syrah asked, playfully. 

Elijah continued staring at the hybrid in disbelief. "How is this possible? How are you alive?" 

"Who were you dreaming about...?" Esther asked as she walked into the tomb once again. "...ripping apart when you woke earlier? Was it your new plaything, Hayley, or was it someone else?" 

"Stop fighting it, Elijah" Syrah spoke to him. "She brought you here to listen" 

"You're not going anywhere until you've heard my peace," Esther told her son. "Syrah, you can leave now,"

She sighed but gave Elijah a smile before leaving the tomb. She walked to a specific tomb, sliding her back against it and sitting down. 

Here lies Syrah Malik
sister, mother, friend.

Reading what was written on her gravestone made her laugh. It was funny to her that they gave her a funeral. That her murderer gave her a funeral. It was even funnier that they added Mother.

Then tears streamed down her face. So many tears to the point where she was suffocated by them. 

All of these feelings she was having scared her. She'd never felt this much pain before and it got much worse. In fact, she didn't even know why she was crying. It just happened. She dug her finger into her wrist, blood streaming out of her hand. The pain was all that she deserved, she thought.

 She had a smile even the stars couldn't outshine, But if you looked into her eyes, she was breaking inside. She walked around with confidence, her chin always up, hiding her emotions better than a magician. Sometimes she thinks she's not good enough. Sometimes she knows it for a fact. Then she remembers no one has her back. 

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Finn waved his palm in Elijah's face with amusement. "What'd you do to him?" Elijah hung from the manacles, covered in blood, unconscious but with his eyes wide open.

"I let him dream," Esther answered, sipping her tea. 

"That's considerate of you," Syrah spoke. 

"I cannot lead him out of darkness by simply exposing him to the horrors of his past," Esther spoke to the two. "I have to let him bask in his own version of a better world to come. And by the time he wakes, he will know, the only way to find is peace...is my way. 

Syrah stared at him. Guilt ran through her body. Maybe making a deal with Esther was a bad idea. But she had already done the damage, so there was no turning back. 

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Author's note: Next few chapters are my absolute favorites i cant wait for you to read them <333