He turns back to face me and I immediately drag out my dagger placing it in front of his throat. Unfortunately for me, he thought to do the same with his own silver dagger.
He looks in my eyes and smirks. "Well won't you look at that?" He says, not...
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Past couple days have been the same. Wake up, eat, cry, and sleep.
I spend most of my time sitting near a pond by my house. It feels too empty.
I haven't lived with anyone in years, even before going to Earth. Now that I know what it's like to live with a group of people to make the place lively, changing from that to this, is the saddest thing.
After Scarlett's death, I completely shut everyone out. I briefly went to the funeral but couldn't stomach it.
It was supposed to be me.
I won't lie. I was angry at Nathan. He pushed me out of the way and saved my life from Chester. If he hadn't moved me then I would be in her place. It would have been me dressed in a white suit and a flower crown lying in a bed of flowers.
Yes, my friends would have been sad like I am right now, but they would have had their loved ones. I still don't have my loved one.
I came to my house with wet clothes on the first day back. I still had all my birthday gifts on me.
The pendants are long gone. Once she died, the crystals broke in half and fell off our necks onto the sand.
The pieces are now lost in the South.
I look down at my reflection in the pond playing with my Pristine ring I got for my birthday. My hair is a bit longer now and my eyes feel strange knowing they looked human for almost three years.
While looking at my reflection and watching the ripples in the water from me poking it, I see Nathan walk up behind me.
"Hey." He greets and crouches down with his forearms on his knees. "We need to talk."
"I don't want to talk." I scoff.
He watches me through the pond and makes himself comfortable next to me.
How lovely.
"I know this might be a terrible question but," He turns to me. "How are you holding up?"
"How am I holding up," I chuckle darkly. "How am I holding up?"
I get up from lying down on my stomach and sit up on my knees next to him.
"I feel like trash, Nathan! Why did you save me? That should have been me," I point to no specific direction. "The mourning would have been there yes, but wouldn't you want to have the love of your life to wake up to every morning?" I cry out.
He nods his head in understanding. "I would," he shifts his body to face me. He raises his knees slightly to rest his arms on his knees again. "But I have no regrets pushing you out of the way. I do regret not doing more to help but I have never regretted saving you. You're my family, Colby. The only one I've had."
We sit there and stare at each other for a few beats. "I'm mad at you." I whisper.
