Page 197 of Nemesync
These eyes hold the power to start wars and end them.
They killed me and kept me alive somehow. That rich honey color felt like home. Home for the broken and lost soul I am now, but also for the scared and lonely boy I was.
I took a deep breath, my fingers brushing over the image.
She got me, completely at her mercy, I’m hers, and I think I was meant to be hers even before I was on this earth.
The machine buzzed to life, I wanted to tattoo her gaze, the windows to her soul, the one she hates, the one I adore.
Each stroke of the needle felt like penance and absolution. I loved her eyes; they were magnificent and expressive, radiating a fire so vividly, they could burn down the world,my world.
Zanae had become a part of me in ways I never imagined.
I caught a sight of Benny’s hand writing on my chest. The day I almost died, Benny left a small note next to my bed, and I tattooed it.
‘Storms don’t last forever.’
Now, it did make sense.
Another tattoo joined her gaze marked on my forearm, the initials N, and Z soon etched over my heart, close to Benny’s words.
The process was fucking cathartic. Each prick echoed the beats of my heart, it wasn’t just about marking my body; it was about inscribing a proof that I survived.
I marked her, and I wanted her to mark me forever because what I felt wasforever.
When I finished, I examined the artwork on my arm. Zanae’s eyes stared back at me. Now, I’ll always have her with me.
The initials on my heart served as a constant reminder of the only other person that found its place in my life. Niko is the only human being I always knew, the first person I’d die for and kill for, he’s my brother, and I wanted to make that to remind him that he’ll always be.
Benny’s words completed the whole process. Storms don’t last forever, and he was right. The chaos they bring leaves its marks, but eventually, calm returns, and you appreciate it so much more
Closing my eyes, a warmth spread through me, going beyond the ink on my skin, beyond the beating of my heart, beyond the thoughts in my head. It was quiet, but I could hear the rhythm of my breath changing, becoming lighter.
1-2-3.Gratitude.
4-5-6.Warmth.
7-8-9.Love
10. A second chance.
I had finally found the other half of my soul.Finally.
I went back home feeling complete after that.
Entering the room, a small smile played on my lips as I observed the scene in front of me; Zanae, trying to retrieve her laptop from Niko’s grip.
Their laughter made the house come alive; she tried by all means to get it back from him and outmaneuver him, but Nikolai stood tall in front of her and held the laptop just out of her reach.
“I’m going to kill you, Nikolai Moretti! Give me my fucking laptop.”
Nikolai was laughing so hard at her trying to punch him in the stomach, “Or what, Little Z? You’re going to be angry and cry in Elijah’s arms like a baby?”
“I will cut your fingers and make you eat them.”
I couldn’t help but appreciate this side of this woman in front of me, that darkness that matches my own, so fiery, so fucking beautiful.
I leaned against the doorframe, smiling unintentionally. “Why would she call me, Niko?” I asked.
