Ribbon of Fate [Book 5]

Shattered Skies

"The people who are meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, no matter how far they wander."

~Unknown
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Kit

No one noticed my clenched fists- knuckles white as the snow outside- to prevent my hands from shaking. No one noticed how I tensed every time Bryn came within a couple feet of me. No one noticed me slip away upstairs after I took Mobius out and quietly shut the door.

No one recognized me slowly breaking.

The moment Brian informed me that Mobius One stood in our house, I realized that facing her would be difficult, as I would have to meet the person I both admired and despised. Bryn had flown as graceful and swift as an angel, bringing hope to all her allies at the mere mention of her moniker. She had also killed my wingman in a vengeful fury. I understood why, but that didn't mean I had to like it.

I could've handled the entire situation better had Bryn not been who she was, had I not felt that missing piece in my soul fall into place the moment I laid eyes on her. No full memories surfaced at the sight of her. Still, bits and pieces of our conversations during the war started to, and short clips of her face on a video call wearing a bright smile flashed in my mind. I prayed more came. I wanted to remember everything about our past together, not only for my sanity but hers, too. I could see the agony in her eyes when she discovered I had no memory of her outside of the picture I'd desperately clung onto all these years. I could see the fight-or-flight response kick in for her when I'd arrived in the kitchen that morning: her entire body going rigid, her stunning blue eyes widening in disbelief. The sight of this "stranger" conveying such silent emotion towards me inexplicably tugged painfully on my heartstrings. Now, at least, I knew why.

Sitting on the edge of my bed enveloped in silence probably hadn't been the best thing to do because it allowed my anxiety to rise to dangerous levels, but I also couldn't stand being in the room closer to Bryn without pouring out everything I was feeling toward her, and that was the last thing she needed right now. I'd only been blindsided by one bombshell. She'd gotten two.

I would have to wait until after her stories finished. That way, we could get more comfortable with each other, and I could work on regaining more memories of her before we had the big talk.

A knock on my door broke me out of my thoughts. I rushed to stand and called for the person to enter. Brian poked his head through the crack in the door. "May I come in?"

"Of course," I replied, pretending to be searching for something in my nightstand drawer and acting as if I hadn't been moments from breaking down entirely over my current situation. I'd fought a massive war, had earned the trust of the kid whose parents I'd accidentally killed, and won over the town that had once despised me, but twenty-four hours in the same house as Bryn, and that's what unraveled me?