Chapter 118: Story
Mya. Gregori. Lucas. He could see their faces as clear as day. He saw them running, playing, climbing, training, fighting. He felt Mya, their first touch, first embrace. He felt the desperation, the hope that welled inside of him when he confessed his past to her, and he felt her love wash over him. He felt the rolling sea as they traveled to America. He felt the overwhelming joy of finally being able to marry her, to know that she would be protected, and then he felt the betrayal and heartache of being rejected. He felt the death of his heart and the complete obliteration of realizing it had all been a trap. He felt the worms that crawled over his skin and the way he'd sat frozen, wishing he could go to Mya when he heard her screams. And then he felt empty, broken, defeated, reduced to nothing as time passed by, until he saw the sky again and was taken captive by Constance.