The Witch's Doll ⚢

Chapter 29

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Hello! I know it's kind of futile to ask since I already had the whole plot jotted down, but I'll ask anyway~ who do you want for Evonnie to end up with?

Alessandra did nothing but cry. Even on her birthday. She avoided the Dark Huntsmen books Monica left like the plague.

She cried because there was nothing that she could do to mend her heart again. She cried because for the first time she had trusted her heart to someone, Evonnie had broken it into so many pieces that merely attempting to put it back together would bruise her even more. She had never felt like this before, not even when she grew up among demons disguising as angels.

Even when she turned 18 and the confirmation of her foster mother's death, she was choking with air. Her lungs did not seem to be able to work properly and the hands did not want to stop shaking anymore. She could not think at that point and it appeared that merely walking would prove to be problematic with all that pain-numbing her body. She placed her hands on her chest and pressed hard on it, hoping it would ease the hurting but it didn't. Nothing could ever restore what he had taken from her that night. He had robbed her of her peace, of her hope—of everything that had kept her strong all this time.

Evonnie had promised things, and she had broken every single of those vows, like cranes of paper. Alessandra knew she had allowed herself to love an illusion, for Evonnie Lu was not the girl she thought she was.

Unless... Evonnie was being pulled away.

Evonnie was like a child, drawn to sparkling things. That was how she came to idolize Halea Halcyon. The Magician was brighter than any star in the night. And now, Evonnie is being pulled away by a certain golden-haired girl.

She hissed at the fact that she lost Cecil's hair when it got melted in the burning oil.

Evonnie continued to avoid her when she didn't sit next to her during Philosophy. It was their only class together and Alessandra could feel her heart erode like the sand inside an hourglass overtime.

Alessandra saw the girl partially to blame for her breakup with Evonnie. Inviting Monica Terrence to her life was a guaranteed card to send her life through a living hell. Alessandra observed her from afar and stalked after her when the Scottish girl was heading towards the cafeteria.

Alessandra was reaching for a strand of Monica's hair amidst the commotion when suddenly; the Scottish girl grabbed the discreet hand, stopping her.

"If you think you can walk away with my hair, I think you're mistaken."

Her heart skipped a beat, it took her moments to adjust for the surprise and fear to settle in. "What are you talking about?"

Monica's features turned sharp as she leaned in. Despite the numerous students crowding the hallway, she was certain that no one would pay attention to their conversation. "An owner of a dark doll would always feel uneasy within the presence of a light doll."

"W-what?"

"You've got a great lie and a great act when you've already established an indignant persona."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Alessandra said abruptly, pulling her arm free from her grasp.

"Don't push it, Alessandra," Monica said, measuring her words. "I do think it's time for us to have a little chat, shall we?" She started to take slow steps backward. "I'll meet you at the West Tower in a few minutes."

Alessandra relapsed into an uneasy silence as she watched the girl disappear in the faces of the crowd.

Loa was reveling in the few seconds of peace before all of her fears came careening back with full force. "Don't go to her, Alessandra. Not when you're truly alone with her." Loa's voice was so stricken that it made Alessandra question not only Monica's behavior but her doll's as well.