❝ When a phantom meets the light, he starts to feel alive once again. ❞
❝ When an immortal meets death, she realizes she yearns for its dark kiss. ❞
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FOREVER broken sounded like the perfect epitaph on a cracked grave.
And that's how Alsie had been feeling for the past months that was coming close to a full year.
Cordelia had told her it was now the next year, that she had been growing stale inside of Hawthorne. It felt almost elementary to have an afterlife within the very confines that became her enemy's lair, but with Cordelia's sweet face now roaming the halls, Alsie felt only rectified.
"When I try to bring you back," Cordelia had spoken in solemn whispers to her, sitting on the perfectly made bed they provided for the Supreme. "What then?"
Alsie had been silent, contemplating on what a third life would be for her. She had been a hopeless recluse here, stalking the warlocks like an aggressive predator, but thinking she would be saved? It had never occurred to her. Dinah Stevens was nowhere in sight, and she hadn't had the gall to present herself to the bastards that mutilated her body for their own glorious purpose.
"I don't know. Definitely never see these walls again," The two laughed, hands clasped in friendship; one warm to the touch while the other was glazed in ice frosting. "I thought about...the Cortez. I've never felt such life anywhere except when I first stepped foot inside. Strange when so much death has happened."
"You mean you found a home."
Alsie winced, looking down at their hands. "It was home until that confession."
She had told Cordelia everything; from the way she found herself back to the very doors of the hotel, to the reunion, to the words James spoke. The death of her father at the factory had been a facade to cover up what he had done, and it hurt. She had left her family behind because of what she was and wanting her own taste of freedom, but she regretted not being able to say a solid goodbye.
Cordelia let her soak in that information for a few more seconds before touching her fingers to the underside of her chin, raising her eyes to meet the comfort that glimmered in her very own.
