But now I’m one myself, aren’t I? Just like them.
I watch the world blur outside, my mind stuck on the ones still trapped, the ones still in cages.
I need to save them, they’re probably waiting, hoping, for someone to care enough to search for them.
I was like that too, I hoped that help would come.
Someone should’ve saved me too, but I was too broken, and maybe now I can help fix the broken.
Once on the tarmac, Vik looks at me, his jaw clenched, worry all over his eyes. “Be careful, okay? Don’t make me threaten the boss over your safety.”
I nod. “You know I can protect myself.”
He smirks and pinches the tip of my nose quickly. “Show them,Kroshka.”
Kat pulls me into a hug. “Call us,Visha. And please, don’t shut yourself off too much over there.”
I hugged her back. “I will.”
Before stepping into the jet, I take one last look.
“See you soon.”
Then I disappear inside.
63
DAMIR
“Be Quiet And Drive Acoustic Version” by Deftones
Present
She left me.
She fucking left me inside, bleeding out on her mattress, and locked the door behind her like I was nothing.
My eyes drag across the room as I wake up, slow, confused, like my body’s still figuring out how to breathe again. My abdomen’s on fire, every breath feels like a new stab, and my head is a warzone.
But I can still taste her on my lips.
She kissed me, and she meant it.
She hates me, and I hate myself more.
I heard her. She was angry…hurtthat I lied after she finally started to let me in.
I should’ve stopped the mission, canceled the contract the day I started texting her for the sake of talking to her, or the day I felt the urge to hold her hand and make her feel better.
Because even before I knew the full story, I knew why she was doing all of this.
And yesterday… she told me.
And now I feel sick.
Not just because of what she said, but because she had to say it at all.
Because she had to relive that pain again… just to make me understand. To make me feel guilty.