~the undead Diaries~ (re-editing!!)

Athena

SHORT PART

ATHENAS POV

I could hardly process what had just happened. It felt surreal as if the world around me had stopped spinning. i started to move toward the spot where he had gone before, but suddenly Arrow reached out and pulled me back. I caught a glimpse of Arrow's expression—it was filled with a profound defeat, a silent acknowledgment of our shared pain. It felt as if he was surrendering to the crushing weight of reality.

But we couldn't afford to give up. Not now. One of our own had just been taken from us in a way that left so many questions unanswered. How could this have happened? What led us to this moment of tragedy? The uncertainty gnawed at my insides.

As the enormity of our loss settled over me, I felt the tears welling up, blurring my vision. I instinctively looked down, unable to face the raw grief that had seized us all. And then, unable to contain it any longer, I let the tears flow freely, each drop a reflection of the heartache we all felt in our shattered world.

The weight of the world pressed down on me, and I couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness. I longed to make a difference, to help those around me, but I was paralyzed by uncertainty. As I stood at the top of the staircase, I watched the others make their way toward the living room, their faces etched with concern.

Suddenly, a surge of urgency overcame me. "Oh my god!" I cried out, my voice slicing through the heavy silence. I bolted down the stairs, narrowly weaving between the people milling about, my heart racing with anxiety. My destination was clear—the figure slumped on the couch, motionless and vulnerable.

"Brodey! Hey!!! BRODEY!!!" I yelled desperately, rushing to his side. I shook him gently but insistently, hoping to pull him from the depths of sleep. His eyelids fluttered, a battle waged between consciousness and the tranquility of slumber. Slowly, he began to stir, pushing himself upright with a look of confusion clouding his features.

"What—w-what?" he stammered, his voice hoarse as he blinked away the remnants of sleep. I locked eyes with him, determined to share the weight of the news that had shattered my composure. I took a deep breath and recounted what had happened, the gravity of the situation pressing down on both of us.

Brodey stared at me, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. His hand moved to cradle his head, rubbing his temples as if trying to ward off the enormity of what I was saying. A shudder coursed through his body, and I watched in helpless horror as tears began to stream down his face, pouring out like an unstoppable river. At that moment, the pain of the world felt all too real, reflected in his anguished gaze as we both grappled with the harsh truth.

My heart shattered as I watched the poor kid struggle with his overwhelming grief. He barely knew Kai, yet the depth of his sorrow was palpable. Tears glistened in his eyes, and his voice trembled as he spoke, "H-how did it happen? What happened?" The weight of his question hung in the air, filled with anxiety and disbelief. It was heartbreaking to witness someone so young carry such a heavy burden of loss.