Key’s Point of View
I no longer know how to go on with my life. I don’t even know if things will ever return to normal after everything I’ve gone through. I don’t know if I still have the strength to fight against a world that only knows how to hurt—or if my life still holds any meaning at all.
Two people have been taken from me. First, it was Gio. Then Dash followed. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be them? Why does everything feel like it’s falling apart? Why does fate seem so cruel to me?
I can’t figure out where I went wrong—what I did to deserve the universe’s wrath. I don’t understand why Gio had to leave me. I don’t understand what Dash had to do with all of this, or why he had to be dragged into the chaos.
I don’t know if there’s still room in my heart to mourn with everything that’s happening. I can’t tell if I even have the right to feel joy while drowning in such sorrow. Or if I’ll ever feel happiness again. My heart has gone numb, and no amount of pain seems to reach me anymore. Maybe what they say is true: that when you go numb, it means you’ve already suffered too much.
Losing someone you love—it’s unbearable. The pain is so great it becomes unrecognizable. And what stings even more is the fact that I couldn’t do anything for Dash. Even Hayes is still in critical condition, unconscious in the ICU.
Today is Dash’s funeral. The doctors didn’t want to let me leave the hospital last night, but I made a scene. I insisted, and in the end, they couldn’t stop me. Now, I stand here, watching as Dash’s coffin is lowered into the ground beside his mother’s grave. Mama is crying as she clings to me. Bolt, Yvo, and Merville stand beside me in silence. Luna quietly weeps near Mama.
And me? I’m in pain. My heart is screaming in agony, but I can’t even cry. My chest is tight from the weight of grief, but the tears won’t come. Am I sad? Yes. Devastated.
I keep telling myself I’m okay, even if deep down, I’m silently screaming for someone to help me forget this pain.
So, no matter how much I hurt, I keep it to myself. I know they’ll never understand, so it’s better this way—to be silent and deal with it alone. That’s the safest choice. To stay quiet and try to understand yourself.
“Let’s go,” I said coldly once Dash was finally laid to rest. I had no intention of lingering in the cemetery.
“Sweetheart—”
“We still have guests to attend to at home, Ma.” My tone was flat, drained of energy.
“The helpers can take care of them.”
I sighed. “Then I’ll go ahead.”
I didn’t wait for her reply and walked away. I heard Mama calling out, but I didn’t look back. Adjusting my sunglasses and pulling my long black leather coat around me, I got into my car.
I turned on the engine, even though I had no destination in mind. My mind was blank. My thoughts were a mess. I felt no drive, no reason to keep moving forward. I let the car take me somewhere—anywhere. As the houses grew sparse, I realized I was heading out of the city.
Then I felt it—someone was following me. I stepped on the gas, but the car behind me sped up as well. I made several sharp turns, weaving through unfamiliar streets, until I found myself in a place I didn’t recognize. Still, the other car stayed on my tail.
I opened the glove compartment and grabbed my gun. I made a quick U-turn, blocking the path of the car behind me. I stepped out and aimed the gun at them.
The other car screeched to a halt—any closer and it would’ve crashed into mine.
I narrowed my eyes at the driver who stepped out—but my glare faded the moment I saw who it was.
Gio.
I reloaded the gun and pointed it squarely at him.
He raised both hands in surrender. “I-I’m not here to hurt you,” he said.
I couldn’t tell if I should laugh or scream. “You already did,” I shot back, voice sharp and bitter.
He stepped forward, but I raised the gun higher, halting him instantly.
“Remain at your place. Don’t even try to move, or I’ll shoot.” My threat was firm. I didn’t know if this was still rational—but I’d already lost all control.
“Really, Mavis? You could hurt me?” he asked, voice calm, almost tender.
“You hurt me once too. So why wouldn’t I be able to?” I replied coldly.
He twitched slightly, and I pulled the trigger—not at him, but at a bird flying behind him. It fell, lifeless, and Gio ducked instinctively.
“Now you see—I really am a monster,” I smirked, tucking the gun back into my coat. “You judged someone you never even truly knew.”
“You’re not the Mavis I used to know. You’ve changed so much—”
“I didn’t change. The mask just fell off.”
I climbed back into my car, made a sharp turn, and sped off. I just wanted to go home. I needed to rest this heart that’s been aching far too long. I didn’t know where in the world I truly belonged anymore.
I gasped as a tear finally rolled down my cheek.
I laughed bitterly, shaking my head.
My heart never understood what loneliness truly meant—until he walked away. And now, I miss him more than words can say.
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