traumatised || jeremiah valeska ||

3-Present

A/n: sometimes i imagine Aurelia West as Billie Eilish because she had a blonde hair, same as Aurelia ;) you can imagine as someone else also as long as she is blonde 🌸

5 years later

I run with tears running down to my cheeks. Run as fast as I can with a letter which I grab on my hand. It can't be..it can't be true!

I came along from the city where I lived in an apartment, run to the only circus I loved because every year of my birthday, my parents brought me there. But after I read the letter he wrote to me, I didn't think twice but get out from my house, leaving my parents inside having a breakfast.

They screamed why I left our house, but I don't care. I need to see him anyway!

I can feel the wind carrying my tied blonde hair as I run as fast as I can. I can't see the cars were driving towards me and I am almost caught an accident.

Then, my feet finally step inside the circus, saw the only person I loved as my best of friend.

Jeremiah is...leaving?

"Jeremiah!" I shout as hard as I can so he can look at me.

Jeremiah's eyes look at my direction. In a distance, he was almost gets inside the car. On his shoulder there is a big green bag, while in the other hand he had a big luggage. The car is right next to him, while his mother is behind the car. There is also one middle age man, which is his uncle, who is inside the car.

"Aurelia?" he run towards me, leaving his bag on the ground.

He let out a heavy breath as he run. He tidy his eyeglasses and look at me with sadness in his eyes. He look down, he saw the letter he wrote for me. I let out a sniff while crying as hard as I can.

"Why are you leaving?" I show him the white letter.

"It's for the best." he said.

He's fifteen now. He is two years older than me.

"But, I am not going to the circus if you weren't there. Who am I going to talk to if I had no friends? It's only you, Jer." I cry again.

Jeremiah didn't say anything but touch my shoulder,

"Aurelia, can you promise me one thing?"

"A-anything."

"Promise me we'll meet one day."

Without any goodbye, his uncle call him with his loud voice. Jeremiah run to the car but waved back at me slowly as he took his bag. I cry again but to wave back.

I watch the car drove away, his mother left with sadness, I stood there with the letter in my hand.

I walk back home, while the rain slowly pouring down to the road. My clothes got a little wet. My parents were very shock looking at my actions this morning.

"Aurelia, where the hell were you going this morning?" my mother shout, worrying about me.

"The circus."

"What, why?" my father spoke.

"I lost my friend."

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Present

Jeremiah Valeska. Marks five years I have waited for him to come back. I kept all the letters he used to gave me, but since last year, he stop giving me some. I wonder where is he? Did he go somewhere else? Or somewhere far away from Gotham? When we were kids, I always hanging out with him in a tent where his mother put her snakes inside a big cage. I have never seen his family not even once. He also never told me about his family, but asking me about myself.

I am 18 now. Searching for a job so I can go to work. I am homeschooled, never when to any schools. My parents were both lawyers so I had taken care by a babysitter or my other relatives.

When I turn 16, my parents died in a car accident. I have never felt very lonely after that. Both of their wills are mine. So their money, stuff are all mine.

Not saying that my life was perfect, but what is perfect means if I had no other family who care about me?

Now, I live inside a big house which I paid hundreds of dollars every month. I need to spend wisely.

I am now reading a newspaper on my table in my kitchen, searching for jobs or something. I took a sip of my drink and continue reading.

"Not even a single job is good enough for me."

I stand up and go to my bedroom upstairs. I decided to take a shower. I grab my towel and suddenly my eyes caught an attention to a small furniture.

"My letters." I mumbled.

I throw my towel on my bed. I sit on my bed and open the drawer. I look at the small box which is written 'Jeremiah's letter' on it.

I open the brown box and a few letters is still inside. There are a few of them, and I read it all a few years ago.

I took the smallest one and read it again in my mind.

Dearest Aurelia,

Don't tell anyone about me or my identity. This is for my safety.

Miss you.

Truly yours,
Jeremiah.

I frown again. I still can't understand to a word he was writing. Well, why would I tell anyone if I had no other contacts?

I need to keep my promises. I can't let him down.

After this letter, he didn't send me any. I miss him so much. He was my only friend.

But I know Jeremiah is living with his world now. I don't care where is he or where he went, because he need to keep himself safe. I don't know from who or what, and I should not care about it.

All I need to know is, the promise he made for me.

A promise that I'll meet him someday.

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Inside a big house of Aurelia, where her neighbours are all in a distance. The neighbourhood are quiet, you can even hear birds chirping in the morning.

But in her basement, only she knows what is inside. All newspapers are all about villains in Gotham.

On the walls, there are our famous villain who is shining on Gotham. He got followers or cult for himself.

To Aurelia, he is so familiar to her.

"Who are you, Jerome?" she spoke to herself.

'Jerome Valeska Died.'

A/n: sorry guys.

My writings are getting worst and worst. I tried my best. But I can't wait for the next update ! ;))