The Keepers' Evil

Twenty-Nine: I have no idea what you're talking about

Song- July: Noah Cyrus

Trigger warning for blood, death, violence, and mentions of suicide.

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"I have no idea what you're talking about."

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Words were just words, until one believed in them too intently. I had trusted one too many promises, been scorned and emotionally jilted, thrown my heart around until it beat in shades of black and blue. So everything became just a word, and he became just a story. Sebastian couldn't see the purpose, he no longer had the ability to shut it all off. To him, words were the gospel, words were the security he craved, words fixed and broke his heart altogether. My words.

The pressure of his hands against my shoulders pulled the bones in my body to a painful still against the weak brick of the darkest alleyway beside the bar, and I could see the sensitive hope in his eyes attempt to fade as my pupils now held no space for him. Sebastian knew that the channel to the heart started in the eyes, it had been our unspoken tell. Sebastian had never said the three words we needed, and maybe if he had, he wouldn't have chosen to let me go, but his eyes had never stopped repeating them.

As my emotionless burn stared into Sebastian's hopeless, lovesick, pupils, I watched his eyes dilate back into what they were before they permanently became wide with the amount of I love you's that were etched into the surfaces of the colour in his eyes. He accepted the clean slate of our relationship, he watched the love drain from both of our eyes as the jail cells in his nightmares formed a reality in my words.

"Where do we go from here, Maddie?" His voice was lost in the tidal of darkness that made us sink into the depths of this world, but when his hands left my body, there was a sense of loss that I struggled to shake from my heart. I picked myself off of the wall, turning away from his figure in the shadows in fear of what he was capable of casting over my mind.

"I am going to finish what I came here to start. You, are going to go back to Anne's house and tell her and Ominis that you're leaving." I brushed my hands together as if I was rinsing myself of his touch before it became something too permanent, walking through the hidden alleyway to combat the look in his eyes. He needed to leave, I needed him to leave. Loving Sebastian had always been dangerous, too dangerous when I had been foolish and he had been selfish, but it was double the danger when his light eyes tricked my dark into thinking that his voice had reason.

I couldn't deny the wants that fostered like needs, the desire to find the snapped bond between us and link it back to everything that was, but I grasped onto the offer of correcting the name that clung to my first, to paint justice onto my mother's grave, and the subsequent graves of those my father killed with his cruelty.

"No." Sebastian's arm almost wasn't felt against my arm, but the tug of my skin in his fingers was short-lived with the snap of his apparition. It felt crackled as he tried to fight my determination to not let him take me, and I could feel the static buzz in my ears ring with the uncertainty of the destination in mind.

We pummelled to the floor, our chests breaking the fall as we spun haphazardly out of the twist. The gravel beneath me was sharp and split the skin on my cheek as my eyes tried to find similarities in my memories to what I knew. Sebastian coughed, spluttering dust, as he pulled himself with an almost exhausted groan to view the streets around us.