That was all that she had needed. Time to tell them everything, time to tell him everything. But, as always, the Gods did not work that way. They were cruel, unforgiving, and emotionless. They did not give a damn about what you thought or what you felt, they just wanted it their way, and they would do anything to get it. They had pried her away from the small family she had formed over the troubles of the last few months. They had pried her away from her friend who fought and defended her even when everyone else would not. They had pried her away from the girl she needed to talk to because she would like to know—no, needed to know her mother’s last words. They had pried her away from her best friend who she had hated before, but now loved because she was just like her—a monster in a mask. They had pried her away from the cousin who had waited years for her, believing that she would come back to him without mistake. They had pried her away from the man who brought her back from the dead when no one else could. No. They did not give a damn.
She had wanted to tell them so much, she needed to tell them so much, but she had been too selfish, she had bathed in the safety of their love. She knew time was running out, and yet, she had waited too long. And now, she lay in this cold, lonely iron coffin of hers, regretting every word she had not said.
She lay here knowing that if she had been smarter, if she had been faster, then she would have been able to tell them. She had to live with the fact that her own greed-filled actions brought them to this fate. If she had been more careful with what she said or what she did, then maybe, just maybe, the gods would have given her mercy. But that was not true. They had given her mercy. Mercy of not seeing her white-haired saviors face on that damn beach, because she knew that the pain of seeing his tears would be worse than any stab wound, any sword, any whip had to offer.
Though, now she knew he was searching for her. And even she knew, that even if she died, even if the world went to ashes, he would find her, because no matter what end, he would find his wife.
