Page 252 of Nemesync
“Where?”
He kissed the outline of my jaw before answering, “Your head, not when I’m here.”
“I love you.”
He placed a gentle kiss under my eye. “I love you more. Close your eyes,moya lyubov’.You need some rest.”
I complied, his arm enveloping me, his hand still resting on my heart. “Thank you again,” I murmured, closing my eyes and losing myself in exhaustion.
“Don’t thank me,” he insisted. “Just sleep,Milaya.”
And I did. Closed my eyes, and succumbed to exhaustion.Finally.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe.
“You killed me, Zanae. You killed me and never witnessed my death.”
“No! I’m sorry! I should’ve died too. I should’ve followed you!”
That haunting voice repeated the same thing without ever stopping, “Die now! IT’S YOUR FAULT! IT’S YOUR FAULT!”
Oh my god, Luna is bleeding so much.
“Luna… your face… you’re bleeding!”
I tried to touch her, but she screamed louder. “IT’S YOUR FAULT!”
No! Stop it’s so loud….
She never stopped.
“IT’S MY FAULT!!!”
My scream woke me up from my own nightmare.
The last image I had before this was Luna’s bloodied face repeating, ‘It’s your fault, it’s your fault, it’s your fault.’
I felt Lukas’s hand on my neck, strangling me, repeating how he loved touching me, being inside me, how he loved seeing Alonzo do the same.
I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t open my eyes, and I couldn’t scream because his hand was wrapped around my mouth. Luna was crying, her wrists open, and she was still saying the same thing, ‘It’s your fault.’
I felt like dying, and it was only in my head.
Elijah held me firmly, gently stroking my hair, saying, “Breathe, Zanae, I’m here now, I’m here.”
My lungs were empty. I was between two words, unable to breathe. I searched for the air I needed between a long blurrycorridor, with bloody walls, and so loud, and another one, empty, but silent.
A hand positioned itself on my heart, caressing my skin, up and down, up and down.
Slowly, in a regular rhythm. And I focused on those movements. Soft lips tenderly crashed onto mine.
My body recognized him, filling my lungs with life and oxygen once again.
“Breathe my air, breathe me in, baby,” he whispered as I finally exhaled that breath I was holding.
