Colomba

by The Oddity

Sometimes, he could have sworn she was back in his life again. There were a few, noticeable differences between her and the little sister who once adored him, but nevertheless. She was there.

C O L O M B A

Sometimes, he could have sworn she was back in his life again. There were few, noticeable differences between her and the little sister who once adored him, but nevertheless — she was there, smiling genuinely up at him. She adored him just as her predecessor did, waiting on his every word, as if he were some sort of Holy man.

Enrica was the same way.

Occasionally, the line would become so blurred, he got scared. Just a little. Afraid of leading her to the same fate, and afraid of facing the same grief from before.

You wanted this, he'd remind himself, firmly and resolute. You chose this. So now, you have to deal with it.

And then, when he saw her holding that submachine gun in her arms, he knew he had already created the same fate for her. She was only stronger, faster, and more capable than her forerunner. She couldn't die quite as easily.

"Let's go, Henrietta."

But it was still the same.