Estelle POV
Swing, back, swing, and back and swing.... And back. In the same cycle, my legs kept moving. How long had I gone on about this tiresome process? No idea. When did it all start? Where did it all go wrong?
My hands grip the plank boards surface, now standing upon it.
Have you ever been through that one treacherous moment, where you really need something but you can't find it?
I'm still searching for mine. But, I can't find it. I know. I lost it, for forever. I lost them... Because I killed them.
We'd been so miserable, we'd been starved, abused. We played in the embrace of death everyday untill one day, we annoyed it so much and it swallowed them... Now it'll swallow me too.
Dark blue waves gushed back and forth as though it were engulfing me, i pushed forwards and turned around. I deserve to face nothing to it's face. Like I had stabbed them, let fate stab me, in the back and even in death.
My arms spread wings and eyes closed letting myself go.
"Have you truly lost your mind?!" In seconds I had been pulled into a safe embrace, away from the doors of death facing an angry, somewhat disappointed Kade.
Perhaps my eyes welled too deep into his that I teared up infront of my enemy. Perhaps it had been his callous hands that made soft gestures to make every movement for me comfortable or maybe it had been his sarcastic yet full of worry words 'Tell me who could make a witch like you feel guilty? I'd love to be their friend.' that had made me weak infront him.
"Estelle, you weren't going to leave me behind like that, were you?" Of course I was. But he seemed to pry for a glint of hope that wasn't the case. He'd always been such a fool. I felt his warm finger run up my cheeks, "Ellie, you're my enemy so I should be the one who kills you. Not yourself. Remember?" He paused to look at my eyes, "Rule number one of every villain: You are your greatest, closest, and most trusted friend. And no friend would want this for you." In between words he chuckled, a low and weak chuckle; drained of all strength. And he continued, "That's the job of your enemies: Me, Kaden."
Every question, word of comfort, breath that he took tied me deeper to his soul. When did I start falling so deep into sleep, I'd forgotten who I was. What my purpose was. How I'd begin. Why.... I'd begin.