he’d always known this day was coming. deep down inside, very VERY repressed. since the day he’d noticed the evil clogging eliza’s heart. since the day she’d sacrificed who she ONCE WAS to bring him back to life. but even with his hands balled so tightly in fists ; even with his fingernails CUTTING into his palm so deep that blood trickled through the cracks between his fingers. he couldn’t stop the shaking. it resonated in his very core ; HE WAS SCARED OF WHO HIS SISTER HAD BECOME. but he still wouldn’t give up on her.
his shoulders rolled in their sockets, his dark eyes narrowed at the girl before him. he was not strong ; he could do new things, too TRUE but though equally as powerful, they were so in a DIFFERENT WAY. and hers far outweighed his own. this was his final chance to save her, but the spirits had already told him he was DESTINED TO LOSE.
in truth, he’d known that to be true even before he began believing the ghouls’ words. he knew what it would take to stop eliza the moment she stopped being the person he’d grown up with. the moment she stopped being his OTHER HALF and become a stranger. it would take the loss of her life, something he would only allow if it was by his own two hands. but he couldn’t. and he never would be able to. his heart ACHED with the irony of the situation. he was a boy who couldn’t ignore the fact that HIS SISTER WAS STILL INSIDE THAT SHELL. and she was a girl who had lost herself to bring her brother back.
this would be his final stand. and he had no choice but to lose.
some small naive part of him wanted to believe that the only way for ELIZA to come back to him was for his life to be taken with her hands alone. that she’d suddenly wake up and he’d tell her it’s okay with his dying breath. FORCING her into a promise that she should never EVER try to bring him back again. but even if that were true, he knew it would be as impossible for her ( the real her ) to let him go as it is for him her. and he KNEW that they cycle would just repeat itself.
the word shot from his lips like a rogue bullet from a gun. it fell flat in the dead air, but the three syllables echoed through his skull as he PRAYED it was her he was talking to. but the opacity of her eyes suggested otherwise. any PLEADING he had lined up would not work on the demon before him. on the monster wearing his sister’s skin like a party costume.
❛ you shouldn’t have come BABY BROTHER. you have no hope of beating me. ❜
the knot in his gut tightened, but he ignored it. his jaw set, his eyes locking on hers. he was SCARED more so than he’d ever been. but in that moment he felt invincible. he felt like there was one last chance at reviving his sister. at bringing her back. but before he could take even one step forwards SHE WAS PRESSED AGAINST HIM. her hand through his chest, his breath stuck in his throat. mouth open, arms locked by his sides. he could FEEL her inside him, cold lifeless fingers gripping his heart TOO HARD.
❛ i could TEAR YOUR HEART IN TWO if i wanted, baby brother. ❜
but there was no way to reply. he couldn’t even breath. he was alive, he knew that was true. but that was only her WILL. she was keeping him from passing through deaths door. his lungs SCREAMED. his eyes STREAMED. the deep blue iris’ he’d inherited from their mother locked on her pitch black ones the DARKNESS had given her. please turn brown. but they wouldn’t. not ever again.
and just like that he was on the floor, cool air rasping against his dry throat as he heaved in lungfuls of oxygen. a cough starting from the very bottom of his stomach hacked against his chest. his heart felt like it would never beat right again. but he was alive, and he was left painfully aware that as she walked away, head thrown back in mid laugh : it was because she’d let him live. || @magicfell accepting. 16. your muse breaks my muse’s heart.
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