Anwen POV
“I owe you an explanation,”
I hold the cup of hot chocolate peering at Scarlet. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,”
She shakes her head, her beautiful brown hair swishing as she does. “No, I want to,”
She grips her water and lowers her eyes. “First, I want to apologize I-”
“You already did about five hundred times already. I don’t think you need to,”
Scarlet sighs and puts her water down. “I know… Let me just explain. You are aware that a Reaper never dies, right?”
“Well, I do now,” I say, taking a sip of the sweet liquid.
“We don’t die but if we are in extreme pain, we can lose our memories temporarily. I was a part of the justice faction before and they are notorious for using this fact for their own use. I guess I did something back then and they did something to me… I don’t remember but I woke up in a strange place and I didn’t know what was going on,” Scarlet says.
Her breath picks up and she shakes a little. “The only thing I had was a reaper manual. I don’t know where it came from but it was in my hand when I woke up. I had called a regular reaper but she said she couldn’t help me. So, I summoned Death. It took such a long time to get the materials and to do it right. He recognized that I was a Reaper immediately and he took me into his company. We grew…close,”
I bring my lips firm together and allow my gaze to fall upon the yellow painted walls of her bedroom. The soft bed I reside in sinks with my fidgeting movements.
“I found out that I was a part of the Justice Faction before from looking at the list of names given to Death’s company. My name was there, well, my old name. I remembered bits and pieces of all the good times I had there. I wanted to go back. Death wanted me to stay but I left him. I hurt him bad,”
She bites her lower lip, her eyes becoming moist with tears. “I forgot all the bad things they did and made me do. I remembered too late but I know what I did the last time last time. I wanted out and I wasn’t doing an order they wanted. They beat me up until I thought I would die even if I was a reaper. I lost my memories again, and at the time again, I could only remember the good memories. I went back,”
She sniffles. “I just got my memories back again. They gave me this order and I was so scared. I thought they’d do the same and the cycle would continue. So, I destroyed the Half-Blood’s main device as ordered and left you out there to die. I was so selfish and I’m sorry. They’ll beat me up if they find out. I-”
“They won’t find out,” I say, “You did destroy what they said, right?”
“Yes…”
“Did you tell them about me?”
“No, they didn’t ask for a report yet. I haven’t told them anything,” She says, her eyes growing hopeful.
“I’ll just say I don’t remember who did it. I’ll say I already blacked out and you saved me,” I say.
“Would you really do that?”
“Haven’t we suffered enough?” I say, putting the cup down. “Haven’t we been through enough? We can end this cycle. You can transfer out of the Justice Faction?”
“I have to work there for ten years,” Scarlet says, wiping her nose. “I’ve already done three,”
“We’ll do what we have to do, alright?” I tell her.
Her eyes glow before dampening. “I also have another thing I have to apologize for.”
“What?”
“I-I kissed Death. I am so sorry. I was in the heat of the moment. I just got my memories back,”
I avert my gaze. “I know I-”
“But he pushed me away and said he only wanted you. He said he was going to ask you to stay,” She blurts out. “He said you were perfect for each other,”
I pause my eyes wide. He was going to ask me to stay? Perfect for each other?
Tears form immediately because I messed everything up. “It doesn’t matter. We broke up. He probably doesn’t even want to speak to me. I’m a Half-Blood,”
“He doesn’t give a flying fuck about you being a Half-Blood. He cares about you so much. Do you care for him?”
“Of course,”
She nods her head with affirmation. “Then, you can try to talk things out.”
I scan her face and see nothing but sincerity. A gaping hole comes through my chest. I had her all wrong. She isn’t some stuck up person. She’s just as hurt and lost as I am. I smile. “I’ll do it,”
She perks up. “We should do it as soon as possible.”
We start talking about the plan to go back. Throughout the whole conversation, I realize our similarities and our differences. At one point, I find myself thinking that I’ve found a friend.
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