Regularity - 4

[Charlotte pov]

The sun slowly crept over the night. Bringing light where before there was only dark. Rain that poured through the canopies of trees. And when I stepped through that rain. Towards the bench I had promised to meet Gabriel.

The rain parted, only drops meandering through the canopy and into the depths of my clothes. Wetting them with such force… and with a sadness within the depths of my soul that could not be hidden.

For I turned… letting those within the vicinity know of my ire. 

He… Gabriel had not shown. Nor had he… had he…

I felt a grip counsel my wrist.

"Andrea," I spoke. Her warmth a comfort amongst the depths of my heart.

"He may have been busy, there may have been some conflict of schedules."

"But… I- I know him, he would not toss this opportunity."

I turned. Gaze heavy, poised at the bench once more. At the empty seat devoid of that one boy I wished to meet. If only for one last time.

"It may have been unavoidable. A lesson, a tyrannical professor. Any manner of such distractions. Along with the fact that there was no opportunity for him to compose himself. He was given a day… not even that."

"I suppose." 

The words felt bitter within my mouth. A cruel frown marring my face as I grabbed her wrist within my hand. Pushing my fingers down on her pulse.

"Come. I find myself…" I trailed off. For she knew what I meant. 

"Of course" She bowed to me. Letting her subservience be known.

Had he grown such. To disobey me. Me of all people. His sister, his beloved sister. A madness echoed within my eyes as I dragged her towards… towards…

There was no point of even thinking. For she knew… and I knew… that was all that mattered.

I took an arrow - upon arriving of course - slung it over my fingers. Flipping it in various ways. Letting my experience be known.

A small trick that any could do, with but a bit of practice. Though the next… that was something that only I found I could accomplish.

Within moments it burst into a green blaze. A fire that burned everything but it. Aura, the make of knights. 

I slung it over the bow. Taking aim at Andrea, her face turned into a sort of grimace.

"I am ready." She spoke, stiff as ever.

But it was enough for me. For I knew that within the moment I released it - even as I did that very thought - that she would cut it in twain. Her own purple aura slicing it with little resistance.

And so began our bout. Frustrations of the day, the day before… and even just small, insignificant things. All faded with our bout. Each trying their best to kill the other. 

…

Y [Gabriel pov]

"Mmm~" A voice sang. Ringing with it perfection. An elfin beauty that proved greater in power than the force holding me to that bench.

Ms. Julian rose, her voice about to echo a fury of slurs and refutes. Only to stop in her tracks. Her face forced to the side as Ouriel trailed a finger over my face.

"Poor thing." She spoke. Glancing once more at Ms. Julian. Only to snap her fingers. The borders around reality broke. And with it my sight of her soul. Of both of them. Not that I could see Ouriel's to begin with.

For a moment I just froze. Before I collapsed within that same reality.

"My student." She once again spoke. Her hand cupping my cheek, "I will bring vengeance for you."

With that statement she disappeared. My own body fading to bits as I was placed once more within my dorm. Trying to comprehend what had happened.

"Oh-" Another voice echoed. This time it was a soul I could truly comprehend.

"Abby…" I cried. Burying myself into her shoulder. That same tear that trailed down my face oh so long ago… it faded upon her shirt.

"What… what happened." She tried to ask. Only to stop in her tracks as I dragged her to bed. Burrowing myself into her shirt. Not saying even one word. For she knew me. Knew my emotions.

I could only sleep. For the emotions of the day had broken me. I wanted rest. True rest and she… Abby. only she could give me the rest I needed.

"You're alright. You're safe. Just sleep." Abby pat my back. Trailing a finger up and down as I hiccuped within her embrace.

Even then I could still feel that rage within her soul as she tried to comprehend what had happened. Only knowing that someone had made me this way. Had brought forth emotions - she thought I should never have to feel.

And I had no rebuttal. She could feel all the anger she wanted. It was soothing. I wanted her to care for me. To be mad in my stead. 

"Thank you…" 

Truly. I finished within my mind. Letting my eyes close and tears stop. My breath turning even as I buried my hands within her shirt. Taking warmth within her bare skin. Knowing that she was always there for me.

I felt pathetic, downright cowardly. But… but…

No, there was no word nor statement that could save what I had done. I had fled. Called for help when I could have easily ran. It was my own mental state that was la-

"Don't." Abby spoke. Warmth within her voice, even as it was tinged with heat.

"Don't let your thoughts trail so far. You have worth. I love you… no matter how small that consolation may be. Know that I love you."

It didn't help the crux of my confidence. But just hearing those words from her. It brought a small smile to my face as I let my eyes rest once more.

"And when you feel down… when you cry or face hardship. I will be there. Reputation be damned. Plan be damned. You are mine as am I yours."

She paused. Trailing a finger down my face.

"Use me. My love is not so shallow as to be broken by your tears."