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It's only been an hour but to me, it felt like forever. With a sore neck, I groan as I sit right up on the floor. The least he could've done was have the decency to put my limp body on the couch. I sat there thinking of all the times I forgave Klaus for his countless mistakes, guilt trips, and childish tantrums he loves to throw. Lord forbid he ever hear me call his angry outbursts a measly child's tantrum. Time and time again, I had hoped my brother would learn and do better but after more than half a millennium what is one to do?
My hope once slowly faded away, now nonexistent. I knew my brother better than anyone or at least I used to believe so. Could it be he has no chance of change and redemption? Have all guidance and words of advice been for not?
No more, I can not keep on like this. I once saw my immortality as a gift to be shared, but now I can see it for what it was truly meant to be… a curse. No more will I stand on the sides. No more will I obey. In a flash, I was in my room. Clothes, books, accessories, etc. all throw into suitcases and a couple of boxes. Looking as if a tornado had come and gone, my room became a disaster. No sooner than clasping all my things shut It all became too real. A wave of emotions threatened to leave me on my knees, so I did what anyone else would have done. Like a switch, I turned it all off not hesitating and ending up in what feels like hell. Of course, nothing can go to plan, there's always a couple of thorns on the side.
"What's all this?" asked a confused Elijah.
Elijah, my noble brother, had managed to sneak up on me while in the progress of escaping these repulsive feelings. But he was too late, for now i feel nothing but uncaring to the situation that has come and gone.
"What do you think, brother?" I mocked, "Surely you have eyes to see what is apparently obvious." twirling around, I looked at him with a dull stare.
I watched as surprise and shock flashed before his eyes. In my life time, I had never shut off my emotions. As finding alternative ways to deal with whatever feelings I felt. Out of all my siblings I was told to be the best at having a grasp of all things sentimental. Yet no one is that strong minded, even the strongest of beings have their breaking points. I just seemed to have met mine.
"Not you," he whispered, "anyone but you."
There was a moment of silence before a hollow laughter rose to break it.
"And why not?" I sneered. "What's wrong with wanting to experience life without a single care in the world? What's the point of living so long if I can't take a break every now and then."
"Because you've seen what happens... you know how hard it is to turn them back on. You swore to yourself and to us your family that you would never turn them off... Because you never wanted to experience the remorse and shame you know you would feel after. Please turn it back on, before you spend the next couple of centuries filled with not just guilt and regret but self-hatred."
I started to tear up as his speech hit close to home. All that he said was true, I never wanted any of this.
"You're right Elijah. I don't want this, I don't want to feel any of that. I don't want to feel like a-a..." I sniffled rubbed my eyes to clear my vision. My living brother sighed in relief as he walked closer. He hugged me close, trying to comfort me.
"There, there, it's alright. Everything is going to be okay." He tone so gentle and warm.
"Thank you brother," I spoke into his ear, before pulling back a little. Moving my hands to his shoulders. "It's a shame I no longer care."
*Snap*
I watched as sorrow filled his expression before his body fell to the floor. I took a second to dry up my tears and clear my face before I placed my things on the back of my carriage. It was within my luck that most of my siblings beside Elijah were daggered. Making it look like the perfect getaway, for me anyways.