𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝟏𝟑: 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬

A D H V I K's
Pov☆

I wouldn't have believed it-if someone else had told me.

That I'd be sitting here.

Staring at a girl fast asleep. Curled up, fragile. Breathing like peace didn't feel like a stranger to her.

A girl who should've been nothing more than a path to my mission. A pawn.

A quiet murmur left her lips-barely a sound. Her fingers twitched near her temple, pressing faintly.

My hand moved on its own. Halfway through the motion of grabbing hers, of pushing it away-
But I stopped.
Clenching my fingers, I let my hands drop to my side, shaking my head.

I had considered her brother a decent man in at least one way. A brother willing to rot in hell for his sister.

But he should've known...
That sins don't stop at the sinner. That the shadow of blood stains everyone it ever fed.

He let her stay innocent. Weak. Disturbed enough by her own mind that she doesn't even need an enemy to fall apart.

She's already broken.
Already burning quietly inside that small, sleeping frame.

And that's what's screwing everything up.

I can't fight a weak enemy.

I can't keep looking at her with this fire of hate when she's lying there like that.

Like something gentle exists in her.

Why was I even able to identify that?

Breathing like she doesn't know a demon's just outside the bed frame.

Breathing like I wasn't supposed to ruin her. Use her. Destroy her.

But this-this wasn't my decision.
This was his.

Five years ago, he made this her fate.

I'm just playing the part I was handed.
Following the script.

"The number you've dialed is currently-"
I disconnected and dialed again.

Two rings.
"The number you've dialed-"

My phone flew across the room before the voice could finish.

"Fuck."
I cursed under my breath.

That rage-I couldn't afford it right now.
Not when I should be begging. Doing anything.

I rushed to my parents' room, and found a phone dumped on the bed. No passcode.

My mom's, probably.

But no number.
No contact.

No him.

I tossed the phone back. Held my head.

Why the hell did I throw my phone?

Just then-the landline rang. That old, cursed device.
I bolted.

"Hello?"
His voice. Cold. Blank.

"Hey-hey. I'm sorry. I know things are a mess. We can fix that. But do you know anything about Kirt-"

He cut in. No emotion. No hesitation.

"I killed her."

Click.

I stood still.
Numb.

"He killed her..." I repeated with a twisted smile, shaking my head. "At least I didn't kill you, huh?"