I've heard people say that letting go is hard to do. And it's true. But the lebih I wandered, the lebih I felt like I had to close something back there. Damn. There was always something. Oh well. Time to end it. I headed back, passing her grave again. I'll see anda later sis. And I'll bring some decoration for you. I went back. Damn it all. I had never wanted to come back when I left. anda just have to close one door to open another I guess. When I got there, it was broad daylight. So I hung around until it was well into the selanjutnya morning. 3:00 a.m. No one would be up. I entered, heading down the hall.
I passed my old room, kicking the door open. It was empty. Good. I walked to her room, opened the door, and closed it once I was inside. I eased onto the bed, sitting there. My eyes changed from their natural blue to a faint gold. Nightmares wake people up. And I was looking meneruskan, ke depan to this. Why? She was dreaming of him. Again. I often slipped into her dreams, chasing the sweet things away. Call me a creeper, but it was lebih habit than payback. Except for tonight. This was intentional. And, just I expected, she woke up with fear in her eyes.
“Stay still Blade.”
“Terror?!”
“Hush. You'll only make the fear worse. Now be quiet. Give it a menit to wear off.”
She stayed still for a menit and I turned the meja tulis, meja light on. I stared at her, nodding when my little spell had worn off.
“You did that to me?!”
“I had to talk to you.”
“How long have anda been here?”
“In Happy Harbor? All day. Here in your room? Five minutes.”
“Well...what do anda want?”
“Did anda really have to play me like that?”
“What?”
“Were anda on some sort of high that someone liked you? Did anda just play around with me because it was easy to do?”
“Terror, you're not making any sense!”
“Really? Well let me put it this way! anda played with me. I loved anda Blade and anda played with me. What I want to know is why?”
“Terror, I....I never played you.”
“So telling me anda loved me was a game? Were anda trying to make him jealous atau something? Was I just some toy anda could dispose of when anda got what anda wanted?”
“No! Terror-”
“Save it Blade. The way I see it, anda used me. anda used me to get to him. But the worst part is...I let you. Because I wanted anda happy. Because I thought it would go away.”
We sat there, staring at each other. I know my words sounded harsh. But I wasn't angry. I was broken and there's a difference.
“Terror...I'm sorry...”
“No matter what Blade, I will cinta you. Just don't expect me to be here when anda two fall apart. Cause I know it will happen. Going with someone like him, it's just like anda going with Gage. Look what happened to Gage. That same thing will repeat itself. But just so anda know, it won't be your fault. Can't help who anda fall in cinta with. So thanks. For everything. And about this entire thing, don't go accusing yourself. It's my fault. I let anda down. Night kid.”
I go off the tempat tidur and shut off the light. I walked out of the mountain. I felt lebih at ease now that it was over. I leaned against the rocks, looking down at the city. I wasn't expecting her to come and run after me. I didn't want her to. I was done waiting for that to happen. I took the bunga out of my pocket. A blue rose. The stem was a dark green and thorn-less, the petals a soft electric blue. I held it and the bunga opened. The center of the rose was bathed in soft light. api was on the inside of each petal, but it didn't burn the bunga atau smell like fire. The whole bunga smelled like an ocean breeze, crisp and clean. I remember Sylver talking about these flowers.
She had told me that they are some sort of magic. She was right. This little bunga helps to clear your jantung and see whats inside. I found it in the one place it grows. But if I told you, you'd want it. So the place where it blooms is my secret. I had wanted to give it to Blade. Now I just wanted it gone. I dropped it over the edge and watched it fall. Sorry blossom. All that for nothing. I stuffed my hands in my pocket, walking away. No one would care for it. Only someone who has a broken jantung can open it anyways. But if anda want to know, I looked in the flower. And it showed what was in my heart; something I kept telling everyone. The reason I had to stay away from others. Why I couldn't let my walls down any more. What exactly did I see in my heart? A monster.