This wasn’t right. It couldn’t have been. He had changed, hadn’t he? That’s what she had thought, at least. He has become kind and caring through the times they had spent together but yet this….
This was U N F O R G I V A B L E.
She bites her tongue, tears welling up in her eyes as she casts them away from the scene of the crime and the culprit. It was futile to do so, as the image of crimson was forever burned into her mind once again.
Macarona had failed once again to save her friends. Once again she had reached a bad end.
“ You… You said you changed. I trusted you. We all TRUSTED you. And you… Y-You… “
Small hands ball into fists as a sniffle escapes from her. The tears are quickly wiped from her eyes. Macarona didn’t want to believe that he did this. Or even that he was forced to do it. But that was a little farfetched, wasn’t it? Even if he had been ordered to do it, she knew deep down that Emalf would have refused. … He would’ve refuse, right?
“ We let you in. We gave you our homes. Our care. Our friendship. Our love! And you threw it away! You c-cast it aside a-and MURDERED THEM. B. . .Betrayed them! You betrayed ME. “
Oh yes, She felt completely and utterly backstabbed by the demon. To say she might have felt something more was an embarrassing thought to say the least. Honestly, it only made her situation much, much worse thinking about it. Thinking about how it was him wrecked her even more.
“ Emalf. . . I-I. . . “ She swallows, the cold metal on her knuckles striking as the only thing she could feel. “ . . . I-I. . . I-I can’t. . . Let you walk away from this. . . “
“ I ‘ m s o r r y . . . “
