Page 250 of Nemesync
The sky feels honest, every lie turns into stardust in the night, and the light discerns the truth behind it. The stars witness everything and know it all.
Of course, they feel the void when their most devoted admirer drifts away.
I no longer looked at them with hopeful eyes; now, my gaze was just full of sorrow, emptiness, andguilt.
So much of it.
I wondered if it’s my last experience with them. If it was the final time, I would appreciate this masterpiece.
But I try to reassure myself. Stars never die, and if they watch me as I watch them, I, too, will never disappear somehow.
At the end of the day, maybe the voices are right.
Maybe I do want to die.
I felt strong arms wrapping around my waist, and I just fell into them.
What life could be like if the stars stopped bringing light, if they were just too tired—what would happen? I was deceiving them, but more painfully, I was deceivingmyself.
A kiss on my neck brought me back to earth. “If only I could take that hurt in your eyes away and give it back to you as love, I would do it,” Elijah murmured.
“You already give me so much love,” I replied softly.
“It will never be enough for what you truly deserve,” he whispered back.
Before departing, Niko came over to us. “Little Z, let’s avoid any more heart attacks, alright?” he said, enveloping me in a warm hug, eliciting a chuckle from me. But my injuries reminded me of their presence, and a soft whimper slipped past my lips.
“Easy, Niko. My ribs are still healing.”
He released me, then turned to Elijah with a serious expression. “And if she tries anything crazy again, I’ll have to kill her myself after you kill her first.”
Elijah nodded and took me back into his arms.
We were alone, his fingers tracing long lines on my arm as we both gazed at the sky. After what felt like an eternity, his eyes met mine, and I found myself lost in his captivating features.
He was breathtakingly beautiful. His eyes held a world I was dying to live in forever. Where my reflection wasn’t ugly.
His lips were full and perfectly complemented his features, and I wanted to kiss the outline of every line on his face.
His hand gently lifted my chin, bringing my gaze back to him, and he pressed a tender kiss to my temple before speaking in that voice that grounded me in reality, “Talk to me,Milaya.”
“I’m exhausted,” I admitted.
“Enough to let go?”
A deep breath filled my lungs with hopeless air, “I don’t know…”
His hands found the back of my neck, forcing me to meet his gaze, contemplative, sad, drowning in that worry I hated to see. “Don’t you dare say that, Zanae.”
I tried to find words, but nothing is fitting, “I can’t promise anything... I’m trying... But I-I can’t. I don’t know how to stop it, I promise I’m trying so hard, it’s hurting me.”
He gently wiped away my tears and showered me with kisses, begging me to listen, pleading for me to feel his love as if it could solve everything.
“Then use me, bruise me, hurt me, learn with me. I can be whatever you want, whatever you need. But don’t stop trying.” A pause followed. A breath. A passing blink, and an endless sight. Him and I. Nothing else. “Please try,” he whispered, pressing his lips to mine, “For me.”
“Elijah I’m so tired, breathing hurts,existinghurts,” I confessed, hopeless.
He tightened his grip on me, his voice soft but certain as he reassured me, “You’ve got me now, Zanae. I’ll make sure you never feel this tired again.”
