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I try to pull out the knife from her abdomen as carefully as I can, but instead it twists and turns even by the slowest of movements. I watch her grimace, her panting, her fear, her gasp, and the look of betrayal that I'll carry with me for the rest of my existence. Her grasp on my shoulder slowly loosens, the look of deceit never leaving mine and her back limping backwards.
I hold her waist, and debate whether to let myself have a small moment of weakness. A small moment of weakness for the rest of eternity. I look into her dying eyes, those beautiful green eyes that I couldn't stop staring at, those hypnotizing green eyes that captivated my very soul the moment I laid my eyes on her, those very green eyes now dying away. Breath by breath, she's losing life.
I'm seeing her live for the last time. This would be the last. The last time I'd ever allow myself to feel.
"Trace," she whimpers. "Why?"
I bring her face close to mine and I kiss her. The betrayal she felt doesn't come in the way as she kisses me back with her last burst of energy.
I kiss her with all the passion that will ever be in me.
I kiss her with all the love I had denied myself, and the love that I'll never feel.
I kiss her with the last emotions that I'll allow myself to have.
I kiss her.
And she slowly fades away. The strength in her body gives out. Her body falls back, as I let my grip loosen over her.
'We hurt the ones we love, Trace,' Seb whispers behind me, as he takes away my knife and wipes it off in a single swipe of the white cloth. There's blood there. My darling Julia's blood.
I open my mouth to speak, but he shushes me. "You don't need to say anything, Trace," he sighs. "She's collateral damage."
She was collateral damage.
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Someone I wasn't supposed to feel for.
She was collateral damage.
A collateral damage to my heart.
I think that what I choose to believe in, what I hope to be, and what I actually do are all three contrasting poles pulling me to three different directions.
My hope pulls me north.
My beliefs to the west, and at times to the east.
And what I do, takes me to the deepest pit of the south.
They're equally powerful, and I'm torn between these directions till it threatens to rip my body apart.
I sigh. At the least, a ripped body would ease the pain I feel near my chest.
"Don't be such a wuss, Trace," Seb clicks his finger in front of my eyes, grabbing whatever attention I have left. "It was just another kill."
Instinct tells me to grab him by his neck, and squeeze it until his face turned blue. Loyalty and common sense stops me from doing so. "She's not an 'it.' She has a name, Seb."
He scoffs. "Trace, anyone who can't soul-shift is collateral damage."
I cringe.
"Take your body for example," he continues, his tone teaching, "it's not yours. You killed the one who inhabited it, and hence, that soul was collateral damage."
"Seb-"
"You can't have any weaknesses as the Anchor," he sighs. "You're supposed to be the bad-ass supervillian who takes away life at whim. Not some whiny loser pining for a dead girl."
"I'm not a whiny loser," I retort.
"And you say that with a whine," Seb counteracts. "Get over it, Trace. You're the Anchor, you lead us to victory."
I sigh. Being an Anchor, I should feel no remorse towards anyone. Especially the humans. They took away our freedom, they took our lives, they stole our homes. And yet, here I was mourning over the loss of one stupid female human I had accidentally given my heart to.
It was tough tormenting the humans already. It was tough burning them in stakes. It was tough to behead the innocent. It was tough to destroy their homes and unleash hell on earth. It was tough. I did not need grief stopping me back.
"Trace," Seb pleads, his eyes in sync with the tone of his voice, "we need you."
I hesitate. The sincerity in his eyes demands me to say yes. But-
No buts, I had put my feelings aside once before and worked for my people. I could do it again.
For the sake of my people, for the sake of our existence, for the sake of the soulshifter's honor and dignity and for the sake of revenge, I had to accept the fact that my dearest Julia was dead.
"Trace, please," he begs, "Your people need you, princess."
And it was I, who killed her.
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