Narrator's POV.
Jackson walked ahead, his boot's scrunching on the jagged rocks of the mountain, he had introduced himself to her, making the walk silent for a moment, his mind was nowhere near the path. No, it was always on her. Veronica
She was walking a few paces behind him. Her gaze fixed forward, always thinking of him, Jason Todd.
Jackson clenched his jaw, flexing his fingers to stop the itch. The goddamn need to reach for her. He shouldn't want this. He shouldn't want her. She belonged to another, her heart already spoken for. And yet here he was, loosing himself in a battle he didn't even want to fight.
He was only meant to protect her. Nothing more.
Then why the fuck was he terrified of the moment they reached the cabin? the moment he had to give her back?
Veronica's a POV.
The journey stretched on like an unbroken thread, unraveling beneath our feet with no end in sight. How much longer? How much longer until I get to see Jason again, until I could feel his arms around me, hearing his voice and telling me everything was gonna be okay.
I wanted to believe that's all I needed. That once I saw him, the twisting feeling in my chest would disappear. But the longer I walked beside Jackson, the harder it became to ignore the way he made me feel, like something was shifting inside me. Something I didn't understand, I felt uneasy.
I needed answers.
"Since we're a long way from getting to our destination, would you mind explaining to me why I didn't die?" I asked, my voice steady despite the uneasy crawling under my skin.
Jackson hesitated. I saw it, the way his shoulders tensed, the flicker of something in his eyes before he exhaled slowly.
"I.. don't know." He admitted But then in a softer tone. "it wasn't just the broken link between you and your father, it was something else, I can't quite explain, but I do have an idea of why and what you might be."
His words sent a cold shiver down my spine. What I might be?.
"What are you saying?" I demanded, sick of these complicated answers. "Just tell me, Jackson."
He didn't look at me, instead continued walking. His fingers twitching, like he wanted to reach out but wouldn't allow himself.
"I'm saying you were never meant to leave the underworld, Veronica."
"What I'm saying is, you're not some lost soul who cheated death because of your origin, you...belong to it."
To be continued.....
Note: There will be late updates, but I'll keep doing my best to end this story. Might start writing more fanfics.
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FanfictionA dead lover and a broken soul searching for its real identity, waiting for secrets to be revealed as the darkness lurks in the shadows waiting to strike, will Veronica be able to get out of this alive? I guess you'll have to find out.. | I DON'T O...
