Disclaimer: Characters belong to Jessica Shirvington.
A/N: This is a what if story. This is how I imagined they would be if everything went to hell after they remet in Empower.
Another step taken, and the walls looked like they were slipping. Burning cold seeped through my bones giving me an unending, inescapable, gut-wrenching pain that was both confusing and unmerciful to whether I was numbed or hurt. It was an awesome torture that would make you beg for a reprieve, even when it was given to you. A reprieve from a reprieve. An uncanny… No nothing was uncanny for this was what it meant to be shattered. A switch flipped was all that kept me standing upright and continue to move through filtered perception.
The world was now always slipping. The sights always dulled, and the taste always blend. The hearing always muffled, like hearing through water, and touch always numb. But inside? Inside is where I hid behind a switch and glue that kept my pieces together.
Honey. Sunshine. Warmth. Then came the twisted dagger in my stomach, that promised retribution as it enticed me into a trap.
As I stepped around the corner, a figure stopped with their back to me. With a turn, eyes met mine that was not what I remember. His eyes were no longer open, they were guarded, from me. My eyes must be reflected the same way. I can't blame him any more than he can blame me. We did this to each other. Yet I couldn't help but feel an echo of betrayal because of what he hid and had ultimately done to me. In his eyes, echoed resentment. I guess nothing ever changes after all.
"When I see you, I feel resentment."
Step by step, as I moved closer, he remained stationary. Three steps were just needed for us to touch, but neither of us moved further. Time stood still as we took each other in. I felt the switch threaten to flip, and I could feel his immense wall fluctuating before becoming more solid than what it was. Hazel met green and we resumed.
Passing him, we didn't spare another glance as we took opposite sides of the hallway. And as a crowd came to mass, we were separated into different areas until nothing left looked familiar.
"...petition for a new partner has been granted by the Assembly Council. Will you, Lincoln Wood, continue with your request of…"
A hand grasped my shoulder tightly in support. I hardly felt it. "...don't worry, Eden. He's not going to and you both know it. Ok? Just…"
The world shifted, and as the door closed behind me-
"Yes. I stand by my request."
"What?! You can't do this, Linc! What the hell man, you're not thinking! They won't let you, and you know it."
"I stand by my request." Each word was repeated and enunciated loud and clear with grit.
Thud.
One foot in front of the other. You don't quit. You don't believe in fairytales. You survive. I can't help but notice that I no longer mention not running.
"Are you in agreement to his request of a new partner? It will help with the request to the Seraphim guides, but you must know that if they allow it, it cannot be changed back."
"Josephine, nothing is the same. It's time for change."
This was what we were now.