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~St Venti's School for the Magically Gifted~
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → ~St Venti's School for the Magically Gifted~Then frowned.
"Uh... what's this? Some sorta fish?"
Meanwhile, behind Grimm, a small dark hand reached for a bag- and retracted it to her stomach. She hurried outside the room, leaving the two behind as fast as her legs could carry her.
She recited the words of the promise in her head.
I need to take it... to the lake.
"Stop lying!" He yelled, throwing the blanket away. He rubbed his red face fiercely. "I don't care anymore! You already told me! I don't care whether or not you like him. We're not the same person, okay? And you don't need to pretend we are. I hate him and I hate you. You can have each other!"
The words hit me like a bullet to the chest.
Creating a giant hole where my heart should be.
A void.
I dropped my gaze away from the person I love.
Loved?
Do I still love him, even though he hates me?
Yes.
Did I do something wrong?
Yes.
Did I say the wrong things?
Yes again.
My eyes filled with tears of sorrow, heartbreak and anger.
Love, life, meaning… over.
I trudged slowly over to my bed, staring at its white sheets.
Sitting down weakly, I leaned against it for support.
I felt the smooth wooden floor beneath my knees, and then the palms of my hands, and then it was
pressed against the skin of my cheek.
I hoped that I was fainting, but, to my disappointment, I didn't lose
consciousness.
The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed
over my head, pulling me under.
I did not resurface.
Alexander/Aleko Warring Sides
I wish I were dead. I stared straight ahead. Everything around me was in shades of black and white- and that accursed colour- it lurked in my consciousness. Every shade of it. Carnelian. Crimson. Red- god, why did everyone I hated have that?
I squeezed my eyes shut-
And there I met my second foe.
Blue.
Aleko's dead eyes stared straight into mine. You.
Me, he replied. Blue glimmered in the darkness. We were suspended in an utterly black void, nothing circling about us but the light trapped at our feet. Illuminating our bodies.
You're Aleko. My voice had no rasp to it. It was a mere thought. It just sent across the void. Aleko studied my face, taking it all in.
Are you Aleko too? he asked, then paused. No. You're different. You're me... after Red tried to kill us.
I'm not you, I replied despite the ache in my heart. If I were, Genya would love me back. But she loves you. I'm just a child in her eyes... one who needs to be protected.
He tilted his head, staring at me. You're right, he said eventually. We are different people. I wouldn't care. But you do. She is not your kin. Why should you care for her, if you are me? I would not wish death nor life upon her.
How can you say that? I glared at him. She loves you. How can you say you don't care what happens to her? How can she say she cares about you, but not about me?
Aleko paused. He seemed to be thinking. Alas, he spoke, to my annoyance. Do I control her feelings? Is it up to me how she feels? Is it my responsibility to care?
Yes! I cried. You made her feel this way. You made her!
Perhaps I did. But why should that matter? She came to love me because of my actions. That's all there is to it.
Then tell me! My voice was as smooth as ever, but everything- every word- felt like it was shattering to bits and landing about my feeling. I swallowed- Tell me why she loves you! Who I have to be so that- so that she'll- Everything froze. The liquid in my throat was lining with ice. It was digging down- the shards- I couldn't breathe-
Aleko stepped towards me. Did you ask her?
I couldn't think. I couldn't give my answer.
Alexander.
The name hit me like an enormous glacier, slamming into my chest- enveloping everything else. Absorbing the water in my body, draining me dry. The name I had recalled- the name I chose to take on because... because I loved her. And I couldn't let the other name, the one that didn't- define me.
She might love us both.
And then my eyes snapped open and I stared at Genya as she stood up. "Genya!" I cried. Everything was moving in slow motion. "Wait- Hold on!"
"What happened to it, then?" Seara asked anxiously. "Did... did someone steal it? Did you drop it somehow? Did I-?" They glanced at their necklace, but shook their head and turned back to Grimm. "Do you know?"