Which Side Are You On? *Part 60*

She crumbled the note up without hesitation and threw it in the trash.

The notes Karamys wrote her were no longer terrifying and cruel. They were remorseful. It was strange coming from him. He couldn’t possibly regret his decisions. It was highly implausible. It was certain. He was up to something.

Even if it were true, his sins are unforgivable. She would still be living her normal life in happiness were it not for him. The only good out of this was Syth. But was that enough?

She sighed at the thought of Syth. He was all that kept her going. The only reason she had left to live. She loved him-a lot. But how could she move on after what had happened to Markus? It wouldn’t feel right.

Tears streamed down her face as she thought of him. He didn’t deserve this, she told herself yet again. Maybe he would have been safer not coming here.

She curled into a ball in the corner of the bathroom. She put her hands on her face and cried.

She loved Markus. She needed him, but he was gone. She also loved Syth, sadly to say, even more than she loved Markus. And now that he was out of the picture there was an opening for Syth. There was a big gaping hole in her heart were Markus had died and taken a piece of it with him. Syth was what she needed now. But she would feel so guilty if she moved on with their relationship now. She would have to wait. Wait until there was no more guilt, and no more regret. There was nothing she could do to change what had happened. But she could stop it from ever happening again. And Syth was her only hope for that.

She took a deep breath and wiped her tears away after prying herself from the bathroom floor. This was no way to handle his death. Bawling wouldn’t bring him back. Nothing would. And crying wouldn’t make her feel any better about it. A demon killed him, and she was determined to find out who.

She had three suspects: Damien, Karamys, or the fourth demon. Of course there was a possibility that it was one of the other three demons, but they were already dead. How would she get the satisfaction of watching them suffer as she has? The satisfaction of watching them suffer until they died. She knew she couldn’t accomplish that herself, but Syth could. He was more than capable of doing so, and she knew he would do it for her if she wanted him to.

By the end of the day, she was curled into a ball again. This time in her bed. She’d cry herself to sleep every single night. And each time she would have the same dream, the only difference is that someone else would be killing Markus. First Karamys, then Damien, once it was the demons, and worst of all, she dreamed herself killing him. And each time she’d wake up screaming and crying from the horrid nightmare, Syth would be there to comfort her.

It was two days before the fight and she was still recovering.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Syth soothed her as she awoke from another. He had his arms wrapped around her. “It’s over now.”

“I know,” she said. It wasn’t her usual ‘no, it’s not’ remark.

“Are you okay?” he asked caught off guard by her difference. She wasn’t crying either.

“Yes. It’s a lot to handle, but I need to get over it sooner of later and with the fight in less than two days I think sooner is better. There’s no time for later. I need to bulk up so I can handle this fight. If I keep this up I will break with any amount of pressure put on me.”

“Sovira.”

“I know what happened with Markus. I don’t know who did it, but it’s not my fault and I realize that now. I tried my best to save him, to keep him from harm’s way. I didn’t call for these misfortunes that happened between us. I didn’t mean for any of it to happen. I know it’s not my fault now. If anyone is to blame it’s Damien and Karamys for starting this ridiculous game. I need to bulk up and stop crying so we can bring them down. This has to end,” she rambled on.

“I hope you really are okay in there,” Syth said and tapped her forehead.

“I’ll be fine.” She smiled and pushed him. “I have you to thank for that. Without you I don’t think I’d have much of a will to fight. I’m only human. I can’t possibly stand up against demons.”

“Yet you trust me, the one who can’t control himself.”

“You’re my only hope.”

“I’m still surprised you’ve taken all of this so well; we demons and our abilities. You’re one strange human,” he said changing the subject.

She giggled. “Thanks.”

“I wonder if you will handle the fight as well. Or the environment, should I say.”

“I don’t know. I am a little worried. But you and Ahx will be there.”

“And so will a hundred other demons. Demons who aren’t as nice as we are.”

“Are you trying to comfort me, or scare me?” She playfully glared at him.

He snickered. “Sorry.”

“How are you planning to win the fight? Please tell me you have a plan?”

“Honestly, I don‘t know.”