Song- Everybody wants to rule the world: Lorde
Trigger warning for mentions of rape, pregnancy, domestic abuse, child abuse, infant death, violence, slavery and blood.
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"Whatever lies ahead, we must face it together."
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Loneliness was an ailment able to be cured by the presence of others. I had previously believed this, finding solace in the company of the Sallows, allowing them into the comfort of my isolated heart to form a bond too strong to be manipulated into loneliness again. But as I sat opposite Anne, the silence of the house engulfing any conversation we needed to have, I felt lonely, and I realised that the loneliness was dependent on the presence of the one person you most wanted.
"What happened between you and her, Ominis?" Anne's question fluttered from her with a gentle sigh. I could feel her eyes etched into mine, and her words caused a crackle in my lungs as I learnt to breathe the hot air of guilt.
"I'm sorry, Anne. Truly, I am. There's nothing I could tell you that would make this better." I wasn't entirely sure if it would've been better if I had been able to see her, to let my eyes show the tinted guilt that glazed the glass blues in my eyes, but I knew that the way her breath hitched in her throat was an attempt to stop her innocent tears from falling.
My mind refused to click with the solution to Madeleine's seemingly permanent memory change. I couldn't understand why I had been the only matter she couldn't remember, but I understood enough to know that forcing her to remember would be risking the stability in her mind yet again. I had already scraped Sebastian past the threshold of sane, but I had lost her to the devastation of darkness.
Sebastian and Madeleine worked on the rocking edges of a blade; if one of them was stable, the other fell from the end. Life was too heavy to have them both.
"Please, Ominis, I-" I had been almost cruelly grateful that Anne's pleads had fallen empty to the crack of Sebastian's apparition into the corridor. The sound was loud, as though his mind was unfocused and frazzled. Anne's limbs rushed to find her brother, and when they did, her gasp was enough to shock even me.
"Are you hurt, Seb? Juney, get something for his hands!" Anne's voice shook violently as I heard her knees fall to the floor beside Sebastian. He was silent, utterly silent, other than a few small gasps of sobs and the clink of his head against the wall. Juney scurried to the kitchen behind us, retrieving a small cloth that would presumably be soon caked in the blood that covered his hands.
"What happened?" I chimed, falling beside Anne to let Sebastian's blood-soaked hands find mine. I could feel how his fingers congealed with the drops of blood that could've been anyone's, and Sebastian's head began to shake as he sensed the worry that the blood belonged to her. The relationship between Sebastian and I had fallen and become caught and jagged, rough with the sharp edges, but we still sought the broken brotherhood for the comfort we desired in the most desperate of times.
"It's not hers, she's fine. We killed someone, a muggle, who was involved with her parents. I thought I got through to her, I really thought, but she's so lost. Ominis, she's too lost." Anne hushed Sebastian with tiny whispers of it's okay and we'll fix it as the blood smudged from his hands to stain the small cloth that Juney handed her.
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