"at some point you became the reason i breathe,
and since then every breath becomes another
reason why i love you."
in which her world starts again on her seventeenth birthday.
lowercase intended
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CELLA STOOD AT HER MIRROR, her eyes lingering on the purple bruise that sat on her face, a constant reminder that claude could, and would hurt her, even if he was her father.
she felt disgusted by it, even after all the talk he did the man still claimed her as his own, still lived because of her as if he hadn't made her whole life a lie — as if her mother hadn't made her whole life a lie.
for four years she had thought it was her fault, that everyone she ever loved was gone because of her, because of what she could do. but in reality, it was because her mother couldn't tell claude the truth and now she was dead, she was dead and cella would only ever know claude's side of the story.
the girl felt conflicted, her father was still her father and her mother would always be her mother. but cella was fighting for herself now, for claire who never got a chance to live, for her father who she could only assume never knew the truth about cella's origins.
she wanted peace, she wanted to be able to lay in dick's arms without the worry of claude coming and taking that from her too, she wanted to stop the fighting and the lies all together, she knew it was him or her, and in every universe, cella would make sure she was the one who lives.
"you ready?" dick called from her door, giving a light knock, as cella opened it letting the boy take in her outfit, suddenly loving her in all black.
his stare went from distant to lustful in a matter of seconds, his hands going straight for the waistband of her black cargos. "last night," he started, stopping when cella's lips met his in a chaste yet sorrowful kiss.
"i get it," she tried to assure, watching the boy shake his head at her.
"no, it wasn't right," he argued, "we had the best day and then i fucked up." he cussed, causing cella to smile at his seriousness. "but i promise, i won't let you down." he said, giving the girl a determined look.
he couldn't bare to meet the girl's eyes any longer, he didn't want to know if she believed him or not when he didn't know if he believed his own words.
he brought the girl into a hug, trying not to express how fearful he really was of their future situation. he knew she was strong, he knew she could defeat claude, he just didn't want something happening to her in the process.
CELLA STOOD BY DICK, a green ribbed dagger in her hand as they stood outside the barlow mansion, her face void of any emotion at all.
