Silverblood || Blessed or Cursed?

Chapter 27

The depressing silence of the atmosphere thickly wrapped around us as we sat in the jet, all of us in our own worlds.

'He's gone, that's the truth.'

Agni's words kept repeating on and on inside my head as I looked out of the window at the afternoon sky.

Lana's head rested against the seat next to me. Her body had given into the physical and emotional exhaustion falling asleep a few hours after we boarded the jet. I looked over at the others occupying the area.

Ramon was sitting on a seat opposite to me, face grim, eyes downcast, mentally in his own sea of thoughts.

Agni was sitting in a seat in front of him, her head resting against the jet's window, staring outside at the sky, deep in her thoughts.

I stood up, walking over to sit on the seat next to her.

She turned to glance at me.

Without a word I pulled her into a hug.

Soon I heard her let out a pained sob as I hugged her tighter, in an attempt to comfort her.

"It'll be okay," I replied, my voice a little shaky, trying to keep myself together.

After a few minutes of silence, Agni's sobs ceased as she broke away from the hug.

She sat back on her seat, facing the wall in front of her.

I glanced at her from the corner of my eyes.

"Each time you died he would be devastated, depressed even, sometimes fearing you won't be reborn. He was sad that you didn't remember him, but hopeful that one day you will. I don't know what happened while he was with you in Italy back then but one thing I know was that you made him truly happy. He loved you. He really did. You know that, right?"

"I- yeah," I said, taking a deep breath.

We passed a few minutes in silence.

"Well. Crying won't bring him back. We need to finish this mission or Arav's death won't be the only thing we're grieving for," Agni replied, wiping the tears off her face.

Taking out a paper bag she handed it to me.

"Change into this. I don't think wearing wet clothes would do any good for your health. After that we need to talk. All of us. It's time you all knew what the hunters truly have in their agenda," She said, giving me a stern look.

Standing up, I walked over to the bathroom.

Looking at the mirror I saw a version of myself that almost never came out.

I still wore the clothes that I had worn in the morning, the bottom of the skirt now mildly wet after crossing the river two hours ago.

My eyes were tinged red, slightly puffy, dry tear tracks still visible on my chestnut tanned face.

I opened the sink, washing my face.

Taking a shaky breath I looked at myself in the mirror.

It was then that the gravity of the situation hit me.

Arav was gone.

This was no hallucination.

This was true.

I won't wake up and forget all the pain.

This was reality.

I'll never see him again.

A memory of him saying that he had lived for more than 2000 years flashed into my mind.

Every time I was reborn he was there in the shadows, silently protecting me from threats, supporting me.