I grew up listening to a story. In that story there were villains and heroes. Like any story out there. For years, I believed and swore loyalty to the people who told me, and to those I thought were the heroes. But after I got older, I learned that...
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Verena ran towards the most abandoned area of the school. Another area that in the past was used for war purposes. She knew that there, she could collapse.
When Nicolai finally caught up with her, he found her lying on the floor. Her face soaked and filled with pain. The strongest woman he had known in his entire life, the woman who had always gone above and beyond to protect those around her, cried like a scared and lost little girl. That's how she felt. That's how she saw herself. As broken as the day she was found in the woods.
Verena has spent her life trying to rebuild herself. Trying to recover from whatever happened to her. She managed to hide even from herself, all the cracks that over time grew. And now, she felt like she could never go back. Her unknown past and the choices she made when she thought they were right, will be what will throw her into her grave.
"This is all my fault Nic. These people are dying. People are dying and is my fault" she lamented. "I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I'm lost I'm out of control. This voices won't leave me alone. These voices in my head Nic. Make them stop please"
Verena squeezed her hair so tightly that Nicolai was afraid she would pull it out.
He caught her body snuggling her against his chest. Wanting it to somehow scare away her demons. Just as she had done for him years ago.
When Nicolai lost everything, Verena was there for him. She became his family. His sister. She always knew what to say or do, showing him how to pick himself up and move on. Despite being younger than him, she was always the smartest and strongest. Guiding him whenever he was lost.
He promised himself that when she needed him, he would be there for her. But now that she needed help the most, he didn't know what to do. Verena was broken and falling apart right in front of him, and he didn't see how he could stop it.
The most he could do was listen to her painful sobs.
"Since I met Bloom I've been in chaos. Since she first used her powers, since she came to Alfea I've been out of control. I don't know what I feel anymore. I don't know if the feelings are mine or hers. I don't know if the memories I see are hers or mine or if they're real or if I'm going crazy" vented, finally throwing out everything she kept inside her "People are dying and I'm trying to release Rosalind just to get Cassian back and know the truth about me. About my past and about Bloom. People I'm dying for my selfishness. I don't care what price I have to pay anymore, but people are paying for me too"
"You marked them, didn't you?
"Yes, I did. But it might have been useless. I don't even know how to bring them back I don't know anything. I don't know anything anymore" she pushed him away feeling her body tingle and her blood boil "I keep pretending that I'm fine but I'm broken. I want to believe that Saul will forgive me and still want to be with me. I'm just lying to myself. When he finds out the truth he'll hate me and I'm going to lose him. Nikolai I don't know what to do"
