Chapter Four

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"Rafael de Luca killed her

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"Rafael de Luca killed her." With eyes red from unshed tears, I spoke. I felt as though my throat was closing up, and I found it hard to breathe every time the memory of that man burying my best friend's body clashed in my mind.

Why did it have to happen to me? Why did it have to happen to her?

Thousands of questions flooded my thoughts. And then came the feelings of guilt, misery, and hatred.

Maybe I could have saved her.

They buried her body right before me. If, if only I had arrived faster, or if only I hadn't left Elena's side in the first place, maybe she'd be alive today.

What had she even done to face this fate? Because she cheated, and the salvation for her sins couldn't be anything but death?

No. Not death.

It was murder. They killed her.

Elena Bernardi was the only closest person I had, aside from my cousin. We grew up together; we spent our childhood together. Most of the events that happened in our life revolved around us. And now she's gone.

"You need to get a hold of yourself, Tessa." Anastasia caressed my back in a failed attempt to comfort me. After two days of keeping myself locked in my room, I could finally give my cousin the access to come in.

Ana was worried sick about me, fearing that I might do something harmful. She kept calling me from time to time, even if we lived in the same house, and she kept knocking on my door whenever she could, only to meet with no response. I had only texted her to let her know that I was alive and not doing something harmful.

But I knew I couldn't be like this forever. I had to leave my mind's vicious grip and accept reality. I had to be strong for Elena. I had to give her justice.

"It's all my fault. They ruined her life right before me, and I didn't do anything. I didn't save her." My voice sounded distant and distraught. I doubt I'll be myself again.

Despite living in a world filled with people who washed their hands daily with blood, I had never witnessed such cruelty, thanks to my uncle. After the death of my parents, he took me under his wing, and Ana and I grew up quite in our own world of a fairytale.

"It was not your fault. It was fate, Tessa. You could have done nothing even if you had tried." Ana's words only intensified the burn inside me. All this time, I forced myself to believe I'd be able to live freely if I succeeded in hiding my truth. But now what I am receiving from my fate is what is called a reality check, if I define it.

I could never hide my identity.

"No, Ana. Maybe... all of this wouldn't have happened if I wasn't a part of Elena's life at all. Because out there is a vague possibility that Rafael knew Elena through me."

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