Only Hope Three Years Ago
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#8477ff UkrainianHans had left. It was obvious. No one was around again. On her face was a mask of madness, the tears having fractured her conscience. She had gone too far. People weren’t meant to break together, no. One would break and one would fix and those broken alone would never be fixed. Did the girl know this moment was the start of her mind’s fracture? She didn’t. But that day, she had inevitably changed. Her outlook on people had always been pessimistic despite a happy childhood. But she had never viewed magic that way. It felt like life was hopeless, for the first time. Would anyone find her?
She raced through the open doors and slid down to the floor. It was cold. It reminded her of home. Thoughts jumbled, running one after the other. When one wanted to comfort, they’d seek one with pain. Not one with rage. And all she had now, was rage. Rage at the cosmos for ending a life that should have continued till the world was wrapped with dust. Rage at the world for telling her pristine blood hides tears. And maybe it was true. Rage at her brother for conforming yet rebelling, his own cracks drawing her in and destroying her slowly, as her body began to numb from the rage.
But she couldn’t scream again. She thought of the soft kindness and turned her head the other way.
She would regret this come morning.
Russian didn’t fall of her tongue, but a fractured sentence in Ukrainian. Fractured like her mind. “Why, who… Who in the cosmos chose.. why is he gone? Why did he leave me.. and I need to pretend… pretend I never cared? My dad, my dad.” Breathless, running from herself and the world. It wasn’t curfew. They still had time. The ball would be soon, but her mind hurt too much to go. The fire at Hogsmeade haunted her, she had been paralysed and could only run. She could only go to the station, like what they had told her. She couldn’t help. Because when she saw the fire, she thought of an explosion of two automobiles. Her father being crashed by one. Dead on impact. Dead..
All hope gone, she breathlessly crashed again. The cold floor feeling like salvation. It reminded her of her school. The place where she sometimes felt free. When she cast, seeing those lights leave her wand and strike opponents felt magical, in its own way. Group 5 was her home even if she had no friends. She’d stay there forever.
But she was at an English school. The girl she had been searching for was nowhere to be seen. And her head felt heavy. So much for tears.
She felt like she’d drown alone in tears that day. It wasn’t something meant to be shared.· ✬ · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ✬ ·Stats: Sta.8 · Eva.8 · Str.3 · Wis.7 · ArcPow.6 · Acc.9
OOC note: start the Euge arc, start the Iriliya fragmentation process, make both my babies recognise each other. Great.
Pings: @Eugenia Smyrnidi
Only Hope Three Years Ago
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