Fate Undecided

IX Book

Drift's POV

Amane collapses on the floor, unconscious. I rush to her side and instinctively check her pulse, feeling it's weak.

"Her pulse is weak." I say, frantic. I carry her limp body towards the couch, laying her like handling fragile chinaware. Her face contorting in pain.

"I can sense her pain. Too much pain." Gabby quietly says, her eyes full of worry.

This is all my fault. I am to blame. "Raphael, can you heal her?" Gabby asks Raphael. I glance at Raphael and see him looking at me with an unreadable expression.

"I'll see what I can do." He says. I walk away from them, away from her. I can't be near her after what I've done. I silently head for the door, escaping, but I wasn't able to escape Gabby.

"Drift, where are you going?" Gabby asks. I refuse to look at her. I'm too guilty. Ashamed even. I let my emotions take over, something a Nephilim shouldn't have done.

"Away from here." I say, looking at my feet instead of her. I feel awful.

"Don't blame yourself." She says. How can I not blame myself, I did this to her.

"Who's to blame then? Azazel? I'm too stupid to forget that it was still Amane's body!" I burst out. Gabby looks at me soothingly, calming me partially.

"I almost stabbed her too, but Raphael stopped me. My emotions clouded my judgement." She admits. I remember that happened.

"I let my emotions take over." I say, I feel angry to myself. Angry because I forgot the concepts of demonic possession. Angry because I couldn't do anything to save her from the pain I caused her.

"Emotions make us special, Drift. Unlike demons, we feel everything. All they have is pride. Emotions might cloud our judgement and consciousness, but it's what makes us superior from the demons." She says. She smiles at me soothingly.

I wish I could convince myself to believe it wasn't my fault. I smile at her, a weak smile, indicating I feel fine. I walk away from Gabby, from the Library, from her.

***

Amane's POV

I feel excruciating pain in my head. Like nails are being hammered in my head.

I wanted to open my eyes, but they feel like they are glued shut. I feel duvet surrounding my body. I feel cold.

I try to move my limbs, but I feel paralyzed, frozen in motion.

I feel someone fiddling with my hair, a hand caressing my cheek and then hold my hand.

"I'm sorry." I hear someone say. I knew who the owner of this voice was, but I can't pinpoint the person.

***

I feel sunlight hitting my face. I open my eyes and automatically close them again, the sunlight hitting my eyes. Ugh.

Someone must have covered the windows with curtain because I was able to open my eyes without squinting.

I see Raphael fixing the curtains and looking at me with an expression full of worry.

He smiles at me. "How are you feeling?" He asks.

"I feel fine, I guess?" I answer. Well, I feel perfectly fine. I noticed I'm in his room.

"Why am I here?" I ask him. He shrugs.

"Don't you remember anything that have happened 3 days ago?" He asks. 3 days ago?