Dear Diary,
The lights are fading away, the last flicker of hope has burned out in my heart. It's almost Christmas but I don't feel like celebrating not without Magnus. I keep replaying everything over and over again convincing or trying to figure out if Magnus knew what was about to happen. My name means light but my hope is gone. My eyes have lost their shine, my smile is gone for good, no more Aurora the optimist. I blame myself not anyone else.
It's while I was writing this that Georgina knocked on the door.
"Come in." I shove my diary away.
"Hey, Aurora how are you holding up?" Georgina inquired in a sympathetic tone.
"I'm alright, I guess." I sighed.
"Are you sure about that?" Georgina asked. Is this girl a mind reader? I mean seriously give this girl a medal she has just decrypted me. Okay, Aurora stop being sarcastic. She is trying to be nice.
"Not exactly, I keep replaying that night." I explain as a painful tear escapes my eyes and more follow it.
"It's alright ok. I get nightmares too." Georgina pulled me into a hug.
"You get nightmares?" I asked, out of curiosity obviously.
"Most of the time, no one is perfect. Not me that's for sure, but the strongest people learn that letting their emotions out allows them to move past them. So if you are having a bad day just know you can always come to me." The tears had started again.
"I get nightmares from the days in care, Mimi had left and the home became more mob like as the years went on. One night Vicky and Vincent, decided that I was their only threat. They locked my door, made my life hell for weeks until the cat clawed at my door and the head carers came to check. Vincent and Vicky were terrified of me because I was shouting and charging at them. Saying if you ever threaten me again you both should sleep with one eye open from now on. Needless to say, a pair of foster parents came for me at that moment but decided Wren would be a better match for them, Wren was a small 5-year-old with deep brown hopeful eyes and short fawn-coloured hair. Vicky would never sit in the same room as me after that." Georgina explained.
"I'm sorry to hear that." I told her.
"I know, but everyone has a story mine is just more annoying in terms of events in the care-home."
"My story is dark, well it started on the now non-existent planet of Gorgon. The nights would grow darker until the sky would catch alight from the Northern lights on earth. But one day the whole planet caught on fire, I was visiting earth on a space exchange programme. My parents, friends, siblings and everyone I knew died that day and I can't let that happen to Magnus because I can't fight like that all over again. My name was Aurora because when the sky caught alight I started to glow cooler colours like the northern lights on earth. My last name is Titanous. I miss my older sister and my best friend Lavender. My older sister was 3 years older than me and she loved to laugh, she would run down the street shouting that the sky was falling just to get me to laugh when I was down. When she was down we would bring out her favourite songs and sing along to karaoke until the next day. Her name was Robin, you remind me of her at least in enthusiasm. And spirit, she would always push her feelings back to help others. Her favourite song was Evolve, a song we made up. Thinking back over the lyrics she knew what was about to happen but she wished for me to go. So did Magnus." I told her.
"The best thing we can do for him now is train and hope to get him out of there sooner rather than later." Georgina explained.
"Agreed." I sighed.
"How are things with Gillian?" I inquired naively.
"I-i don't even know. I have a hard time feeling anything towards anyone, he is great but I don't see him like that." Georgina's face flushed red, she was awkward and she didn't understand that herself. But I did.
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