Bleeding Through the Veil of Scars

𝙰 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝙸𝚗 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜

Three weeks had passed since Luca's funeral, and in that time, I had buried myself in work, studies, and planning my revenge against Viktor Petrov. 

My days were a blur of lectures, meetings, and late night strategy sessions, while my nights were spent in restless, haunted sleep. 

The pain of losing Luca was still fresh, but it had transformed into a driving force, propelling me forward with relentless determination.

Today was different, though. 

Today, I had to attend a university party. 

It was supposed to be a break, a chance to relax and socialize, but the idea of pretending to be carefree felt foreign and almost impossible. 

Yet, my friends had insisted, and I couldn't find a good enough reason to refuse. 

So, I dressed in a simple yet elegant dress, applied minimal makeup, and prepared myself for a night of forced smiles and hollow laughter.

As I entered the venue, the upbeat music and lively chatter assaulted my senses. 

I plastered a smile on my face and made my way through the crowd, nodding and greeting acquaintances. 

My friends spotted me and waved enthusiastically, pulling me into their circle.

"Serafina! You made it!", cried Jenna, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Yeah, couldn't let you have all the fun," I replied, my voice light but my heart heavy.

We chatted for a while, the conversation flowing around me without truly penetrating my thoughts.

It was a DJ night and everyone were dressed in casuals.

I was there, but my mind was elsewhere, lost in the maze of my emotions and unresolved anger.

Just as I was beginning to feel the weight of my pretense, I noticed a familiar figure entering the room.

Lucien.

He moved through the crowd with an ease that belied his tension, his eyes scanning the room until they found mine. 

For a moment, we simply stared at each other, a silent conversation passing between us. 

His presence was unexpected, and my initial reaction was a surge of annoyance. 

Why the fuck was he here? 

And then, something shifted. 

He was wearing a plain brown shirt and simple black jeans.

And the only jewelry he was wearing was a rustic long neck piece that was shining in the vibrant lights, and our engagement ring.  

The outfit is soo simple and yet this man wears it better that anyone else. 

He looks like a giant walking past my fellow classmates.