For the woman he still thinks is buried inside me somewhere?
The woman who no longer fucking exists.
I let out a laugh. Not out of amusement.
Not out of victory.
Its out of pity.
"What are you waiting for?"I whisper.
His fingers tighten around the hilt.
I feel the tremor in his grip.
He cannot do it. Weak.
He still thinks there is a way out of this. Thinks I will come back to him.
That is the biggest mistake he has ever made. He’s pathetic.
I will never be his again.
Love has no place in my life.
I belong to war and Zephiran is just another enemy standing in my way.
I move before he can. Too fast that he can’t keep up.
The relic inside me burns, bending my body into something faster, stronger, more lethal than anything I have ever been before.
I twist.
My blade finds his side. Not deep enough to kill.
But it was enough to drive home that there’s no way back.
Just enough to make him see me for what I am.
A gasp rips from his lips.
Shock.
Not pain.
Not fear.
I lean in close, lips brushing against the shell of his ear.
"It took you long enough,"I murmur.
He stumbles back, pressing a hand to his wound, blinking like he doesn’t quite believe it.
He doesn’t quite believe I did this.
Zephiran still thinks there is a version of this where we do not end up like this.
It is not.
