❝𝒎𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒆𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒊𝒔.❞
(you're missing from me.)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Iva Laurent lost her parents when she was eight. Sold to the black market by her only relative left on this earth, she was l...
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White curtains, soft sheets.
Bright rays of light lit over the clean and empty room and my mind was unexpectedly clear amidst all the alcohol I had in my system the night before. I felt a pair of warm hands all over me and my head was resting against a firm chest with a familiar rhythm of heartbeat thumping against my ear. A hand traced up my back, causing me to shudder as fingers brushed through my hair softly, tangling themselves through the weaves. The boy before me lowered his head, placing a gentle kiss in my hair. "Iva," he called, ever so tenderly.
Tears burned the back of my eyes as my brittle emotions threatened to shatter with every movement of my body towards him. My fingers dug into his back, but careful enough not to hurt him. Holding him close to me, I begged for forgiveness under my breath. I repeat, repeat and kept repeating. I was never a person of words, but other than saying what I meant to, there wasn't any other way to do it.
My palm was filled with the cold of his skin and I thought about how this must've been Morpheus playing a joke on me. He placed me in this dream with Sebastian just to tip that bottle of forced-sealed emotions within me. "Isabel," he whispered my birth name into my hair and his hands cupped both sides of my cheeks. My heart shook, violently in turbulent rapids.
Unable to hold onto the gathered emotions at the corner of my eyes, they had glided along the curve of my cheeks and dampened the hand that held onto my face. I leaned closer, cuddling my head into the space between his head and his shoulder. The light scent of musk felt so foreign now but still carved in my memory like an annoying, terrible nightmare.
Actually, I knew it very well that I was stuck in my own loop of guilt that had brought me into this mirror of dreams again. I knew it the moment my head was lifted slowly, and I unwillingly peeled open my eyes to face a pair of dull and vacant viridescent eyes. The usual expression with disappointment etched into his face as he murmured sorrowfully, "Why did you leave me to die, Isabel?"
"Henry," I inhaled sharply while saying Sebastian's birth name, hugging him closer to me. We used to call each other by our birth names when nobody's around, that was how vulnerable we wanted to be with each other. But never would I know that doing this would dig deep and kill me from the inside.
I never left you to die.
I wanted to say it out loud but that would be a lie. There was a gap in my memory and the last fragment I remembered was the vision of his horror-filled face before everything went black and blank. The next time I woke up, I was already back in Elysium, alone with Vivienne. That was when I knew that everyone else from that mission didn't make it and I had became the sole survivor of that freak encounter. Till today, I couldn't remember why I was the only one who remained.
