27- Flowers bloom, and so does doom.

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DAPHNE

It isn't the same.

I don't care what anyone says but it's just different.

Our relationship is different.

Dagon is distant.

And honestly, I never thought I'd be in so much pain becomes of it.

He blames himself, I know...but it isn't his fault.

I know it's stupid but if I could go back in time, I wouldn't change a single thing.

I'd still be with him.

"Why did you stop?" Kaida asks innocently.

Oh, I was reading her a story. I feel a pang in my chest. No, it isn't because the prophecy was broken. It's because I remember how Dagon read a storybook to me when I couldn't sleep. It's a silly thing to hold on to but it means a lot to me.

"Oh, I...zoned out. Where was I?"

"I know you're sad" She questions. My eyes widen in surprise.

"And what makes you think that?"

"You didn't smile at me once and I can tell by how your voice sounds"

Oh. How clumsy of me? Even a seven-year-old noticed. I can't help it. I don't have enough strength to pretend.

"I wish D was here too" she mumbles. She misses him. I hug her to reassure her.

"Dagon will be here soon."

And I won't. Because I'm dying.

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The next two days are the same.

Pain.

Pain.

More pain.

My chest has been hurting a lot, I can't tell if it's because I'm dying or because I miss him.

Alma says he's looking for someone called Emilia.

I just wish he'd talk to me.

I stand awkwardly in my robe while Sahar helps me pick an outfit. I mean shorts and a hoodie would do.

She cheerfully hands me a black dress, I don't decline. I just take it.

When I change into it and step out of the bathroom, she gasps. It's small but I hear it. She immediately masks it with a smile but I know.

I know why she was surprised.

Because of the black veins that have spread throughout my arms. Another reminder that I'm dying.

I walk into the bathroom and just put on a freaking hoodie and sweatpants.

Just when I walk out of the bathroom, Sahar isn't in my room anymore.

He is.

Dagon is.

It's been what? Three days?

I feel heat bubble up inside me, it's anger.

"There's somewhere we need to go" he says.

That's it??

"Screw you"

My own words shock me as much as they shock him but I don't care. I'm pissed.

So freaking pissed because he left me alone.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry for everything"

His words make me sigh. I can't believe he's doing this to himself.

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