✘ ▬ i m m o r t a l ▬ Part I
I did it again. If you’ve read this three part drabble, you know what I mean.
This time, however, we take a trip through Jegan’s pov.
Enjoy.
Part I: complete
Part II: in progress
Hours turned into days. Those days then grouped, clumped into weeks, months. Months soon became years.
One act. One decision to change it all.
Hours.
The first were excruciating. So much so that he nearly took it all back, those words forming at the back of his throat ▬
Julia, I’m sorry . . .
Julia, I’ve lied . . .
Julia, he lives . . .
Julia, please, forgive me . . .
Julia, I love you . . .
Regret had surged like a rabid thing inside him. It beat, had it’s own heart, clutched his throat, tightened its grip, and made drawing simple breath near impossible. But he couldn’t take it back now. To do so would be to risk the chance of losing her, too. Of having destroyed it all, and for nothing. He could not take it back, as much as it pained him to watch her in such a state.
Those cries so vicious, as if the very life of her was being torn from her. Forming somewhere within, deep in her gut, crawling like some injured animal up her chest, desperate, as if it had been denied the warmth of day and only now glimpsed those first rays of light. It forced her mouth open, poured out like death, emptying her of life.
Such misery, a soul deep anguish that seemed to hollow her out with each violent cry. It scraped at the walls of her throat, the roof of her mouth, until the sounds became this weak, fragile thing, no stronger than butterfly wings. Raw, exposed.
There was this thing about Julia. Her smile could put the sun to shame, her warmth like no other. To be in her presence was to know the grace of God. With her he could believe. With her he’d glimpsed his own possible happiness.
He could have gone his entire life believing that a light like hers could never fade, ever. She was brilliant. She was radiant. She was Julia. The light that warmed his charred black soul.
He could have gone on believing that hers was a smile that could never falter.
And yet ▬
It was as though the sun had been plucked from her chest, rising and falling, trying to fill the sudden void. Rosy cheeks now a pale, lifeless white.
It was as if there had never been light within her. Drained of love, hands clawing at the air as if she could catch some of that light and pull it back into her aching core, capture it between her teeth, hold it in the cage of her ribs.
So filled with love she had been that the loss of it had taken an eternity. It bled a slow and painful death. It was both sudden, robbed from her from one second to the next, and not; dragged on, prolonged, as her hopeless hands tried to close the open wounds that had taken her lover.
A lover he had let her believe was dead.
A lover that yet lived.
Each savage scream somehow louder than the last. He had held her, tried to calm her shaking form, and prayed that her heart would not pour out of her open mouth. That in his staged passing, Let would not take that as well.
That emptiness inside her, so carnal, so hungry, that it robbed him of his own strength. Down on his knees at her side, holding her, with tears staining his own cheeks when her own had ceased to fall. Such was her hold on him.
So emptied was she that she seemed to drain him of his own power, nails digging into his skin as she sunk against his chest.
There was nothing poetic about her loss. It was raw and elemental. It filled her lungs where once love had filled her with life, it was the flesh she claimed with her nails, the moisture on her cheeks. It burned her as love once did, and consumed her from the inside, out.
And when her own energy was no more, she used his power as her own if only to form the only words that mattered, vocabulary reduced to a pained chant ▬
❝ Let . . .
Let . . .
LET ▬ !! ❞
