The Silver Lining

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Prologue

I knew I was fading, and my mind drifted of its own accord to the people I had protected, the reason I had risked everything. Mom, Bree, Sam, Mike, Jason, Ace, Callidora... Alexander. I hoped he would be strong. I hoped he would find someone else,  someone better than I. Someone who could hold at least a fraction of the love that I held for him now. The pain of my punctured heart beating desperately, my throbbing head, my lacerations were nothing compared to the internal agony at the thought of never seeing those emerald eyes ever again. To run my hands through his silky black hair and touch his lips to my own. It was almost too much. 

And then I thought about everything we had been through together. Every word. Every touch. I knew that if I had run and hid the rest of my life as he had implored me to, I would have ceased to be the girl he fell in love with. I wondered what my past self would have done had I told her everything that would happen to her leading up to this moment. I hoped that she would have done the same. 

Did I regret it? Did I regret stumbling upon this new world that was meant only for the strong? Did I regret sacrificing every part of my feeble, inconsequential life for the good of something bigger than myself? The answer came as I felt the life in my body slowly fade away and succumb to the dark, painless comfort of death, a tired smile curving my lips. 

No. I didn't. 

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