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"You know," continued Natalya, after a long silence in which he was afraid she was thinking about killing him, "You could always kill again."
He'd come to expect such weird statements from her in their brief conversation. "Why? Who?"
She rolled her eyes heavenwards. "Elizaveta, of course. That way you won't be troubled again."
"Kill her?" Gilbert asked in disbelief, not bothering how to ask how she knew who he loved. "Why?"
"Weren't you listening? I said, that way you won't be troubled again. ідыёт." She slapped the back of his head. "Maybe I should kill you and save your poor little brain the trouble of thinking."
"No!" He scooted further away from her until he was pressed up against a large stone gargoyle.
Natalya raised an eyebrow. "What, do you love it now? Abandoning your precious Elizaveta for that?"
"No!" He moved away from the gargoyle, but not so close to the Belarusian that she could reach him. She laughed nastily, and the albino found himself disliking her more and more. As if she could read his mind, she laughed again. "So you too are succumbing to my efforts to get rid of you? Ha. Good riddance." She bared her teeth at him in a smirk.
He ignored her as he climbed back down to his room. After checking to make sure nobody saw him, he dropped into onto the balcony.
Elizaveta was in his room, sitting on his bed and staring into nothing. She didn't appear to have noticed him yet, so he froze, wondering if he should go back up to the roof with Natalya. For all her faults, she wasn't the one who broke his heart.
His mind said no, but his cracked heart pulled him to her. Even after her painful betrayal, he couldn't help but admire the ripples of her long hair, the way her amber and green dress clung to her figure. Yes, she was the one for him, despite-
I was pretending you were Roderich when I kissed you...
As he decided to escape back to the roof again, she said, "I really am sorry."
To his surprise, he said coldly, "I don't want to hear it."
Elizaveta stood, her face sad and a little bit angry. "I can't apologize if you don't let me! You're blowing this out of proportion."
He stood gaping at her utter stupidity and ignorance. "Why this is- Do you know how much- You really don't see it!" He paced to the other side of the balcony before speaking again. "You really think-"
The cocky, stubborn way she stood there and the defiant expression on her made his heart sing. It was hard to think, hard to put this feeling into words. He wanted to stride over to her, shake her back and forth, crush her to him and kiss her defiance into silence, wanted-
"Do you know how long I've loved you?" he finally erupted. "I've loved you since we were children. And yet you continue to ignore me, to shatter my heart, to be perpetually blind to my anguish! And you dare to say I'm blowing this out of proprtion?"
What he actually said was, "Get out of my room. I don't want to see your face." He turned away and folded his hands behind his back.
"But-"
"Go." His tone of voice brooked no argument.
He heard the shuffling sound of her dress as she spun around and headed for the door. Heard the latch click shut.
In his mind, Gilbert turned over what Natalya said on the roof. You could always kill again...
He could never kill her. Hell, he still loved her, even after all she'd done to his heart.
Maybe I don't have to kill her. Maybe...
His gaze settled on the little glass vial of cantarella.