They both visibly froze when I said that I loved them. It was the least romantic way I could have said it, but I couldn't do anything else. My Heart had warmed so much it began to hurt, and it was like the only way to escape it was to tell them I loved them. I wanted to run to them, but I couldn't. I had to know what the member of the Viscouncil was willing to die for before he would tell me. I had to know. It most likely effected the fate of the Within, and whether or not I could destroy it.
"Miss Amy-Lynn, that does not count as an answer. You must choose." I turned back to glare at this Viscouncil guy.
"Who are you to test the design of fate? Really, who do you think you are?" I spat at him, to add to the effect that he really was nothing. He admitted himself he was going to loose.
"I think I am the head of the Viscouncil, enemy of the Tree, the Beyond, the Council, and every Eerie out there." He stood up as straight as possible, putting up a facade. But I knew how little Strength he had and that it all was fake.
"So I have to tell you one, one person I would choose if I had to choose?"
He smiled his signature smirk.
"Precisely. One choice."
I closed my eyes. I had no idea what I was going to say. I just... couldn't choose.
"I can't. I just... can't." My heart felt like it weighed a million pounds and I sunk to my knees. My breathing became constricted, I felt my chest tightening and I clutched at my heart. I couldn't let this affect me like it was, I had to be strong. I thought back to what happened earlier, when I saw the immensity of my Abilites. I could stand up to this too. I wiped the single tear that had formed under my eye, and stood up despite the pressure I felt all over.
"I'l tell you who she chooses." Arenson stepped forward, and pushed me behind him to face the Viscouncil guy.
"Oh, is that so?" He smirked. "So then, who does miss Amy-Lynn choose?"
"She chooses Barrymore. You know why? Because she could never love someone like me as much as someone like him. I can't believe I ever followed youor bought into all of this or believed you when you said I would make my mother proud. I'm the worst person here because I followed you. She chooses Barrymore because she shouldn't choose me. I see the way he looks at her, the way she looks at him. He's the Heart that's meant to be with her. I'd give up my True Heart for a Pure Soul and let him have her if it were possible. But sadly, of the many things possible with the Eeries, this isn't."
I tried to call out to him to stop, that his words literally felt like they were tearing my heart in half. I couldn't find my voice, the pain was so intense. He kept going anyway, not even noticing the agony I was in.
"I don't know why the Fates decided I was to be a True Heart. I'm not right for it. Ames chooses Barrymore because he's right for it. He's protected her the entire time he's known her. I ruined her family and tried to kill her. I can't be a True Heart because I'm not an Eerie. I'm not a Count. I'm not anything."
I looked back to Barrymore, who was closely watching me, seeing the pain I was in. I took a step towards him, clutching at my heart. It didn't take him long to close the distance.
"Arenson, I can't let you do this..." I cried out as loud as I could, but it came out barely as a whisper.
He turned back towards me and finally noticed the pain I was in. Barrymore was supporting practically all my weight, and I had yet to remove my hands from my chest, as it was still tearing.
"Ames, the only way he'll tell you what you need to know is if you choose. So I'm choosing for you. And you choose Barrymore, because he's who you need." He came to me and knelt down, placing his hand on my cheek. I leaned up to try and kiss him, try and convince him to stay. He gently returned it, but I knew he wasn't convinced. He had just made the choice for me, and I couldn't do anything.
