Heart Don't Fail Me Now || Anya/Anastasia

05

❄️These guilt filled thoughts.❄️

It was stupid.

He was stupid.

The more he thought on it, the more stupid he sounded. He couldn't even believe himself, to be honest.

He sent his sister to take care of Anya if she really was Anastasia, and she was already protective of her when he just gave her a warning.

He grabbed the handle of his gun and traced over it, letting out a small sigh. He would have to go to Paris if he really wanted to go through with this.

And he did. He wanted to fulfill his fathers legacy. And so, he will, and nothing will stop him until he gets his way. That includes his sister. He would stop her, for he was not afraid to rid herself from this world as well.

A man makes painful choices.

"I'll go ask him why we stopped," Anya walked off.

"Can you believe it, guys?" Dmitri leaned up against a tree, a playful grin at his lips. "We're almost there — almost to Paris."

"It's crazy to believe, to be honest." Y/N murmured, "but yeah, I'm excited!"

Dmitri laughed then clapped his hands. It was obvious he was happy.

"Wait. What if they accept her? Or if she really is Anastasia?" Vlad suddenly asked. "You'd both have to say goodbye.."

Y/N knew what he meant. That they weren't royalty and they wouldn't be able to see her again.

But she thought of something else. Something much, much more different.

She would have to kill her.

The thought of killing someone is never easy. But she thought this would be easier, since she would be making her father proud.

Yet it was nowhere near easy. She's only known Anya for about two weeks but she was fairly attached to her.

She cared for her, a lot. The thought only made her more sick by the minute.

"He said this is as far as he'll go." Anya came back, "but we're halfway there. Just over that hill and a bit more, we'll see Paris!"

"We did it!" Dmitri cheered, giving each them a quick hug before running off.

Y/N watched him with an amused expression. She glanced behind her, and her gaze then fixated on Anya, who was looking around with her head tilted, "You coming?"

"Oh, yeah." She awkwardly nodded, catching up to the others, "sorry. I was just thinking," she breathed, looking longingly at the pretty view ahead.

"About?" The girl asked, walking beside Anya.

"Paris, and all that." Anya hummed, her gaze fixated ahead of her, "like, what if it's true? What if I really am her?" She mumbled, "it's all so confusing. Just about a week ago I didn't have a family but now I.. I possibly do."

Y/N looked sympathetically at her. She looked lost.. but she knew what she'd have to do if she really was Anastasia. She might as well get used to these guilt filled thoughts, for they will thrum around her head for a while, "it'll all turn out well. I promise."

"If you say so," Anya murmured, biting at her lip. "It's just annoying, I guess. I want to be able to remember, remember my past, even if I don't like it." Her sad expression soon turned into an upset one, "it's not fair. Not at all."

"I know, Anya. But there's a chance you'll remember," Y/N stopped then turned to face her, "is there anything you remember? Even if it's just something small?"

Anya furrowed her eyebrows together, trying her best to think of something, anything. After a while, she let out a huff then shook her head, "it's all bits and pieces. It's hopeless." She shook her head.

"Don't think like that, Anya. It'll only bring you down."

"I already am down." She sighed, then marched off with her hand tightly clutched around her bag.