Page 266 of Nemesync
I just smiled at her and took her hand in mine.
The decision I made was so selfish. I see it in Elijah’s eyes, in Ben’s, in Niko’s and in Miranda’s, in Brian’s too. I know they aren’t angry at me, but I feel like I’ve caused them so much more harm by doing this than just being here and fighting.
I hate that.
It was so cold where I was, in my own mind.
Here I feel warm.
I was just so tired, and I didn’t have the tears to cry my heart out and just feel better. I know what went in the head of Luna that day. I fucking know it now.
Holding June close, I looked at my friends, my new family. I felt both sadness for making them go through this, for being so weak, and gratitude for their presence.
Maybe, in the end, I should give life one last chance.
Perhaps this time, I won’t be disappointed, and maybe, justmaybe, living will seem like the best option this time.
Niko and Elijah gathered my belongings; Benny informed me that I was well enough to go home. But the prospect of returning there left a deep, painful emptiness inside me.
I was scared of what I might find—had Elijah cleaned up the mess I made when I opened my wrist?
Did he wipe away the traces of my own blood on his floor? Even on his clothes?
Fuck. What have I done?
Ben hugged me, even if Elijah had his hand around my waist and whispered, “Heal this time.”
After that, Elijah guided me towards his car with Miranda, June, and Niko.
Turning towards him, I asked hesitantly if we could go somewhere else to sleep only for tonight at least. The fear of facing the reality there overwhelmed me. He just nodded, kissing my forehead, his gaze full of understanding, assuring me, “Just follow me,Milaya.”
Before leaving, I hugged Niko and Miranda tightly. I bent down to kiss Juny on the cheek, promising them that I would be fine and that they shouldn’t worry.
In the car, Elijah’s hand rested on my skin. I couldn’t recognize the direction we were headed, and when I asked him about it, he simply told me not to worry and kissed my hand.
Sitting in there, I was thinking that maybe the failed attempt was a message, a sign to keep going. Someone may have heard my silent scream, and gave me one last chance to live: for the man who loved me.
I turned to Elijah, planting a kiss on his cheek and resting my head on his shoulder to thank him for everything.
He responded with a tender kiss on my forehead.
The car stopped in front of an unfamiliar building. Elijah stepped out first, retrieved the bag, and opened my door. I placed my hand on his arm. “Where are we?”
“We’re home,” he replied.
Confusion washed over me, but he simply took my hand and guided me through the new elevator.
“I got us a new home. When you were in the hospital, I realized the old one wouldn’t feel like home anymore, so I wanted a fresh start for both of us.”
My eyes locked on his, and with a soft voice, I asked, “A new home?”
“Yes, a new home, for you, for us. I hope you’re going to like it.”
On my tiptoes I grabbed his face and kissed him. He softly smiled against my lips and took the lead to the new home. I followed him without any other questions or sound. I just wanted to see.
I felt a knot in my heart, because of me he spent so much just for a new house, just to make me feel comfortable.
I knew how much he loved the first one, the one where he, Ben and Niko have so many good memories. Where we fell in love together.
