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Nothing was at my back, confirming I wasn’t an angel of some sort, but what did catch my eyes was the brilliantly glowing pendant upon my neck. It was a circle that reminded me of some sort of magical talisman or artifact. The glowing piece shimmered with magic energy and changed to various colors, only reminding me of Viktor.
The base color had to be some sort of silver or carry a holographic shine to it, but that was covered by the dazzling gleam of various hues -particularly pink, purple, and blue.The energy itself was intriguing to feel: a protective cloak of power laced with compassion and immense love.
It felt like the power consisted of layers upon layers, and the compassion was the second to last layer, followed by the single layer of love that was shielded from everything. The force of power felt the strongest and yet it was raw and vulnerable, which was why it was so highly protected.
I wouldn’t be able to explain it properly if asked, but that was how I envisioned it. I couldn’t help but lift my hands to feel my pixie-cut hair, forgetting for a moment that I didn’t have my long pink strands like before.
Something told me my hair was probably white and completely absent of my usual pink strands, but I wouldn’t get to see for sure because there was nowhere to view myself.
I guess I should be more concerned about where I am.
That should have been the question of the year because my surroundings felt so mesmerizing that it felt unreal. I was standing in a divine place that embraced the darkness yet blended perfectly with a color scheme that spoke to my very soul.
I bet if the others were here, they would be just as allured as I, but their absence made my chest squeeze in worry as my eyes softened.
I miss my Forbidden.
My hand already clenched the middle of my chest, right above the glowing necklace. It carried a spark of warmth, and I wasn’t certain if that was what I was craving to feel again.
The warmth of my pack, the vivid sensation of our flowing connection. Their presence, their emotions, their wolves that connected to Bria. Fuck…
My vision began to blur as I suddenly grasped my reality:I’m alone.
No pack, no Bria, no Aurelia, no one else I held a connection to.
This was the end of the road for me, and no matter how peaceful it was, the striking loneliness that shot through me like a bullet left me shedding tears.
A part of me felt silly for crying. The memories of what had landed me here were suddenly so far away from my grasp that I couldn’t decipher them. It left a heaviness that fought to consume me, and I did everything I could to not forget the rest of those I loved.
To forget all I’d experienced and achieved before reaching this prime moment.
My tears rolled down my cheeks, and a warm breeze blew by, the strings of heat seemingly aiding in taming the chill that fought to ridicule me. I hugged myself as I closed my eyes shut, quietly sobbing as the overwhelming sadness flooded my senses.
I’m lonely, Moon Goddess. I…don’t want to die alone.
Was this what death had in store for us? Or was this some sort of transition to something new?
More importantly, was there a way for me to get back home?
Home.
My life of forbidden darkness suddenly felt like home. Compared to some of the darkest moments in my life where I lay there alone, without access to a single person I cared or knew of, this felt no different.
It made my chest feel tight, my body tense with uncertainty, and my breath go wild in panic.
Tainted memories I’d surely forced myself to forget tried to lift their ugly heads -metal tables, electric shocks, pain…so much fucking pain, and menacing laughter from a woman who was far too close to home.
I struggled to shut it all out while desperately clawing for the good memories that I realized were fading one by one. It only made me internally frustrated, and that was when more tears escaped my eyes and ran down my flushed cheeks.
I didn’t want to lose them all because the reality was that those memories molded me into who I was there and then. The good and bad contributed to Willow De Luca, and by stealing it away from me, I would be left with…nothing.
No memories, no experiences, no identity.
The most frightening thing of all was the truth in this predicament that would only confirm my ending.
There was no future ahead of me.
Another breeze went by, but the aroma that was caught in its current and flowed into my very nostrils suddenly stole my grief and replaced it with curiosity. Nothing could stop me as I looked for the source of the scent – like one you’d smell as you walked down the quiet hall in the early hours of the morning.
