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Chapter 18 - 18. Galen

On the brink of death, a sense of peace enveloped me, softening my chest with a serenity that contrasted with the darkness that had haunted my existence. A comforting breath surrounded me, as if an ethereal whisper promised relief and release. At that moment, I stood on the threshold between life and death, and the calm I experienced brought me to a state of quiet acceptance.

A light burst onto the scene, a glow cutting through the shadows that enveloped me. Surrounding and shattering the mirrors that connected to the demons, its intervention freed my being from the baleful influence that had threatened to consume me. The darkness that had woven its web around me dissipated, leaving in its place the healing luminosity of magic.

Each shard of mirror that shattered echoed liberatingly, like chimes marking my rebirth. The light expanded, reaching every dark corner of the room and fading the shadows that had held my fate. I felt the demonic influence recede, like a malevolent whisper fading in the wind.

The sense of peace that had enveloped me intensified, as if the light had not only broken the chains that bound me to darkness, but had breathed new life into my being.

The room became a sanctuary of hope, each broken mirror a testament to victory over demonic forces. The lingering light became a beacon of salvation, guiding me back from the threshold of death toward the promise of a new beginning. In the stillness that followed, I silently gave thanks for the intervention that had changed the course of my existence and restored light to my soul. If it meant being dead, I was grateful.

Everything changed when I heard footsteps from the back of the room.

As I saw Alex enter, a mixture of fear and anticipation came over me. The betrayal I had concealed weighed heavy on my conscience, and I feared the consequences of revealing the truth about the dark forces that had enveloped me. My heart pounded with trepidation, wondering what judgment would follow the revelation of my complicity with the demons. Before I could articulate a word, Alex grabbed my shirt and, to my surprise, interrupted me with a kiss.

The contact of his lips against mine was a whirlwind of emotions. The initial surprise dissipated at the intensity of the kiss, as if Alex was trying to stifle any words of guilt that might arise. The closeness of his presence was a tangible reminder of the struggle I had gone through to free myself from the demonic clutches.

As Alex continued to kiss me, something extraordinary began to happen. My powers, once obscured, began to recover. A revitalizing force was spreading from the core of my being, dispelling the darkness that had consumed me.

The connection between us grew deeper with each passing second. Through the kiss, I experienced not only the renewal of my powers, but also a renewed understanding of the web of emotions that bound us together. Instead of being condemned by my silence, I found myself being redeemed by Alex's love and courage, whose light had illuminated the darkest corners of my existence.

As the kiss lingered, the magic between us intensified, creating a symphony of mystical forces that resonated in the air. My senses sharpened, and the darkness that once haunted me yielded to the light that emanated from our encounter. This moment marked not only the restoration of my powers, but also the rebirth of our connection, strengthened by the overcoming of the shadows that threatened to separate us.

Determined to speak, Alex tried to express his trust in me despite the lies and secrets that had clouded our relationship.

"I'm sorry, Galen, for not sharing the truth with you from the beginning. But you need to know that I trust you, even after everything that has happened. I'm here to get through this together," Alex said, his gaze seeking to find a glimmer of acceptance in my eyes.

My thoughts oscillated between distrust and the possibility of rebuilding what had been fractured.

"I don't know, Alex, how can I be sure there won't be any more secrets? I lied to you before, why should you believe me now?", I replied, my voice reflecting the internal struggle that consumed me.

Alex, however, did not give up.

"I understand that you feel this way, but I want you to know that I am willing to face the consequences and work through this together. I'm with you Galen, let me show you that I mean my feelings."

Despite my doubts, Alex continued to insist on his trust and the possibility of overcoming adversity together.

"Galen, I know we made mistakes, I know you hide secrets and maybe you know mine, but I don't care, it doesn't change how I feel about you . ."

My thoughts were tangled, but a part of me longed to believe in the possibility of redemption.

"I don't know if I can, Alex. You shouldn't have come, you shouldn't have saved me, it's best that I was dead, so I wouldn't have to see your face one more time."

Alex, with palpable determination, replied,

"I can understand your doubts, but I don't want to lose what we have. I'm willing to fight for us and face any challenge that comes my way. Can you give me a chance to prove to you that my confidence is real?"

As the conversation unfolded, I felt Alex's persistence and sincerity begin to crack the walls I had built, leaving room for the possibility of a renewal in our connection.

However, I interpreted the situation as a deception, feeling that my life was in danger because of my past actions. The lingering distrust led me to make an impulsive decision: I decided to flee using my recovered powers. It was better to die at Alex's hands, but I wasn't ready yet, I still had things to do to wash my soul before I gave my life to him.

With a burst of energy, I moved quickly, taking advantage of my enhanced abilities. Speed became my ally as I sought distance, hoping that the advantage in distance would be enough for Alex to not be able to follow me. My mind, clouded by fear and paranoia, sought to escape what I perceived as an imminent threat.

The environment blurred around me as I moved through the darkness with almost supernatural speed. Every corner became a blur, and my only goal was to get as far away as possible from the situation I believed to be life-threatening. The energy flowing through me was transforming into a trail of light, leaving behind the place where I had shared a crucial moment with Alex.

My heart was pounding as I ran, and the idea that distance would grant me safety clung to my mind.

Surprised by my reaction, Alex tried to chase me, but the speed and newly regained powers that now propelled me made it difficult for him to catch up. Despite his efforts, the distance between us widened with each stride he took.

As I pulled away, a mixture of release and fear intertwined within me. The speed of the wind in my face contrasted with the storm of thoughts raging in my mind. Had it been wise to run away? Uncertainty gripped me, and the physical distance I was gaining translated into an emotional gap that made me question whether this escape was a momentary solution or a further complication in our already complicated bond.

The terrain I was traversing was slipping beneath my feet, and although the speed provided an illusion of escape, I could not escape my own doubts and fears. Every beat of my heart resonated with the duality of feeling free from immediate confrontation, but also bound by the consequences of my decisions. In the maelstrom of emotions, I wondered if this escape would offer me the clarity I sought or if it would ultimately only prolong the inevitable confrontation with the truth and its repercussions.

Meanwhile, immersed in confusion and fear, I questioned whether I could trust anyone, even myself. The distance I was physically gaining did not dissipate the emotional storm raging inside me. Each step away from Alex seemed to take me deeper into a maze of uncertainty and self-reflection.

The question echoed in my mind: can anyone trust me after what I have done? The shadow of betrayal, my own and others, loomed over my conscience. The chaos of thoughts enveloped me, and doubts about my own integrity mingled with the distrust I had sown in my relationship with Alex.

In the maelstrom of feelings, the search for answers became a mental maze. Had I acted out of survival instinct or was I simply running from the uncomfortable truth? The fragility of trust, both that which had been broken and that which I feared breaking, manifested itself as a heavy burden I carried on my shoulders as I continued my flight into the darkness in search of answers that, at the moment, seemed to evade me.

I only knew one thing, if Alex truly had feelings for me, I would try to return them when it was all over.