CHAPTER 23
TW : Abu*e, sc*rs, suic*de
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CHAPTER 23- Another life
"her skin without her scars would be the night sky without stars"
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POV OF AUTHOR
Lorenzo strode into the black lake, his steps deliberate, disappearing slowly into the murky waters. The frigid embrace of the lake sent shivers through his bones, a bitter cold that oddly felt like a return to something long yearned for.
Numbness enveloped him—a detachment from reality. Consequences failed to pierce his consciousness. His responsibilities, his father, his cruel brother, Feyre, Luna, his Oath—all seemed distant, ignored.
The empty bottle was thrown into the ocean, a mere token of his surrender to the currents. The waters beckoned, embracing his numb form. The effects of the death potion, a strongly brewed liquid brewed by the powerful riddle himself, took hold swiftly. The blues in the sky darkened, mirroring the growing darkness in the black lake. Lorenzo's heart pounded as the world spun around him, and the color drained from his arms.
He remembered this odd feeling. The black lake never seemed this vile and evil. The cold lake had once comforted him, and Feyre too.
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"It hurts, Peanut," Feyre's voice weaved into Lorenzo's memory, her body covered in painful marks. It was around 11 pm, and Feyre, finally released from tormentors, lay naked, her clothes torn apart. Lorenzo had found her against her wishes, her bruises form a sadly familiar sight.
He stood, lifting her in a bridal embrace. Her head buried into his chest as he whispered reassurances, promising the pain would end soon.
The cold breeze stirred Feyre awake, the night sky revealing itself. The black lake, the sea merging with the sky, created a serene, dark blue horizon. The beach's darkness offered solace to Feyre, a peace shared only with her best friend.
Without pause, Lorenzo waded into the lake, the cold water embracing their figures. "Peanut," her soft voice breathed as the icy water soothed her scars. Lorenzo halted when the water covered her, leaving only her head and knees visible.
"I love you, Peanut," she whispered, her lips meeting his cheek. "I love you more than anyone," she repeated.
The memories resurfaced, tears staining Lorenzo's cheeks. Her, it was always her. The girl he loved so desperately. He felt selfish and undeserving of death. For people like Lorenzo and Feyre, death was a prize. A gift, while life itself, was hell, torture, agony Lorenzo felt deserved to live and rot.
He could do nothing, however, even if he wished.
"Peanut!" a faint voice echoed, but Lorenzo dared not turn. Feyre was behind him, too far to reach in time. "Peanut!" she cried, legs straining, but Lorenzo was too deep.
It was too late. "You must forgive me, my swan," he struggled to speak as the water suffocated him. "I promise. I promise in another life, when the world isn't so cruel to us, I will find you and you will find me, and we will be happy together with the life we deserve."
His final step plunged him into the black lake, bubbles marking his demise.
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Her eyes widened in shock as she watched the faint figure vanish from her sight. He eluded her gaze, and no trace remained around the vast black lake. The disbelief settled in; she couldn't accept that he was gone. Refusing to yield, she pressed deeper into the frigid waters of the black lake.
His name echoed endlessly, her voice thinning with each desperate call.
Struggling to both speak and see, she navigated the dark, eerie night. Her pupils dilated, reacting to the enveloping darkness.
Reaching the spot where Lorenzo stood moments before submerging, she found emptiness. "Lorenzo," she whispered, tears cascading from her eyes. Her breath hitched, a struggle to inhale.
She couldn't bear it any longer. The one she loved was gone. Death never scared Feyre; her greatest fear was losing the boy closest to her heart.
Tonight, that fear became reality. Her life felt devoid of meaning. All she yearned for was to be connected with her beloved. Tears streamed down her face; she hadn't expressed what she needed to before he vanished.
An internal wound festered in her heart, an injury beyond repair. Gasping for breath, she couldn't fathom a day without him. Happiness seemed unimaginable without him as its source.
Her legs propelled her forward, the water embracing her fragile form. This act was a necessity. Her soul sought connection with his. She craved his comforting embrace, reassuring words, and the gentle touch that would halt her tears. Who would provide that solace now? Where could she turn for laughter, for calmness, for refuge from the abuses of Malfoy and her sister?
No one. No one but Peanut.
And so, her head submerged into the water, eyes shutting.
Perhaps, this life was unkind to them. Perhaps, in another life, happiness would be theirs, shared together.
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A/n : sorry guysss this chapter is relatively very short but I wanted this chapter to mark the end of Lorenzo and RIP to MY BB. 🤧🤧
The next few chapters is going to be very plot oriented so BE PREPARED and pls do not loose interest 🙏
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter ;)
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