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9 years earlier
In the lounge of a cottage located somewhere in the North-East of Russia
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Knowing that our best years are behind us can be a destructive emotion and it was especially so for Nikita who felt that her current life was devoid of meaning and flavor compared to the one she had a few years back.
She felt like she was spitting in the face of her dead 'brothers' and 'sisters' by feeling that, even more so when she was thinking about the fact that the people who had adopted the same lifestyle she had and who were able to leave it without ending up in a grave or in a vat of acid were a minority, but she couldn't force herself to be happy and, in all honesty, she would have preferred to die when she still knew what it was to be so rather than continue to live as an empty shell...
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Leaning against her fireplace, a giantess reaching almost 2,15 meters was staring blankly at the fire she had lit 1 hour ago while taking big gulps from the bottle of rum she had in her left hand from time to time.
'What am I missing?' She suddenly asked herself with a frown before tossing with all her strength her almost empty bottle of rum in the fire having constated with anger that even with everything she drank tonight it still wasn't strong enough to help her forget her existencial problems.
Barely happy to see that her gesture hadn't resulted in a fire starting in her living room, Nikita tried to answer her own question based on the things that normal people want in general, even through she knew how useless her drunken rantings were...
'Is it money that I lack?' One only had to look at the inside of her cottage to see that she had enough and anyway wealth wasn't something she was pursuing, the only thing she spent a lot on was alcohol.
'Is it love?' Maybe that's where her misery was originating, but her sterility and the possibility of dying at any moment because of the consequences of the disease that had made her so tall had always dissuaded her from living anything of this nature, and anyway it wasn't easy to love her in the first place...
Not mentionning her height... her short hair, the way she dressed and her light but well-developed musculature put off most men since that was making her too tomboyish for them, moreover her social status as well as her naturally reserved attitude was scaring away the little that was left.
Nikita put her hair back in place since strands were blocking her vision and sighed, 'Damn, I should feel pitiful knowing that the only person who ever told me sincerely that I was pretty is this boy but because of him I'm starting to think that I might be a hottie after all.' She told herself with a slight smile, thinking about a certain person who would tell her whenever he had the opportunity that she was the most beautiful woman of the world as if he was stating a proven fact rather than complimenting her...
Wanting to end the night on a positive note, Nikita staggered in the direction of the couch which was a few meters behind her with the intention of collapsing on it since she doubted it would be a good idea to climb the stairs leading to the upper floor given how drunk she was, 'What would I be today without those two, they are my only reasons for being alive, without them...'
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Nikita stopped dead in her tracks and her eyes widened when she heard someone knocking at her door...
She was living in the middle of nowhere and the only person who knew where she lived was always coming during the day so she already knew that the chances of it being a casual visit were very low.
Fortunately, for such cases she had an interphone that was allowing her to see who was at her door, so she walked directly towards it with a little more coordination in her steps than before and the closer she got to the rectangular screen showing the entrance to her door, the more she didn't want to believe who she was seeing because she knew that if he was here something extremely grave had happened...
Not wanting to make her guest wait in the cold any longer, she rushed to her door without bothering to cover herself with more than her underwear and a jacket.
Nikita was taking quick breaths while she was walking, hoping that everything was fine, then when she arrived at her door, she opened it, revealing the little boy she had been thinking about just a few dozen seconds ago...
As she was about to ask him what he was doing here, Nikita froze, seeing what the boy was holding out to her, she knew the worst had happened.
For a few seconds she stood still, too shocked and too sad to do anything, but after that her gaze shifted from the familiar sealed letter the boy was holding out to her without saying a word to the boy himself knowing that the pain she was feeling right now wasn't comparable to his.
'His fur coat is covered in blood and his head is down as if he was ashamed to face me. I'm not sure I want to know what happened to him.' She observed with compassion before putting her right hand on the back of his head to guide him towards the inside of her cottage.
Seeing that the hand with which he was holding the letter was shaking and discolored because of the cold, she took the letter and put it aside so that he wouldn't worry about it anymore after she closed the front door behind him, then she took his hand in hers to warm it...
Since only one of her large hands was enough to cover the entirety of the one of the boy, she used the other to lift his chin and when she saw his face, she thought her heart would break.
He had bruises here and there, severals trails of dried tears showing her that he had cried all the tears of his body and his eyes were even more lifeless than the first time she had met him which was particularly worrying given what had happened to him at that moment...
She didn't know what to say to comfort him, besides she doubted that the words of a pitiful drunkard would manage to do that, but for all those times he had managed to make her see the good side of life she had to do something so she gently kissed his forehead then she simply took him in her arms and hugged him tightly, "One day, happiness will stop running away from you and will stay with you forever Lazar."