Memories Drifted Into Soft Silence by Kyx Frost 205

Chapter 205

Athena’s POV

I’ve been staring at my hands for what feels like hours. They won’t stop shaking. Theres this constant hum under my skin row, like sety

through my veins.

Every time I look at them, I see Daxon and Seraphine’s faces. The way they went cold and still because of what I did to them.

The memory hits me again, and my stomach twists. Their eyes just… emptied. One second they were there, alive and breathing and probably planning more horrible things.

The next second they were nothing. Just bodies on the ground because I couldn’t control whatever this thing is inside me,

I know they deserved whatever they got, but it didn’t make me feel less horrible.

It doesn’t matter that they were evil. It doesn’t matter that they would have killed Tristan if I hadn’t stopped them.

What matters is that I took two lives without even meaning to. Without even understanding what I was doing.

The power just reached out from me like it had a mind of its own. Like it was hungry for something and found exactly what it wanted in them.

They all said it’s not my fault, but I knew they’re just trying to make me not feel bad.

The way everyone’s voice gets softer when they talk to me now tells me everything I need to know.

I know I try to keep my distance even when they’re trying to act normal but it still hurt.

I almost killed Tristan and Orion, how can I get that out of my mind.

And Tristan… Tristan tries to act like nothing’s changed, but I catch him watching me

Like he’s waiting for something to happen.

We all know it’s my fault, I was the reason we lost our parents.

That thought hits me like a punch to the chest. Mom and Dad died because of me too, Tristan lost his

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Because of what I am, what I was born with. This cursed thing inside me that I never asked for and

can’t

set rid

How many more people have to die because I exist?

My chest gets tight and it’s hard to breathe. There’s this burning sensation behind my eyes that means I’m

anymore.

about

but I don’t want to cry

I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of being scared. I’m tired of being the thing everyone has to tiptoe around.

“Wait,” I heard Tristan say, I lifted my head and stared at him. There’s this light in his eyes that wasn’t there before.

think I’ve found a solution.”

I lift my head higher, raised a brow and look at him, really look at him.

He’s sitting forward in his chair now, and there’s something different about the way he’s holding himself. Like he just figured

out the answer to a puzzle

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that’s been bothering him for days.

Hope is dangerous. I learned that the hard way. You let yourself believe things might get better, and then they don’t, and you’re left lesion was due

when you started.

I’ve had hope before. I hoped our parents would

hoped and Tristan would live happily together.

But every single time, I ended up disappointed. Every sing

time, things got worse instead of better.

I’ve been sitting here for the past hour convincing myself there’s everyone I care about.

way out of this. That I’m going to spend the rest of my life six feet away from

That thought makes my throat close up. Never being able Sarah and talk about normal things like we used to.

to

orig

gain. Never being able to hold Tristan’s hand. Never being able to sit cines to

Never being able to touch anyone without wondering if this

will

the

kill them.

What about Lily and Liam? God.

But Tristan doesn’t say things just to hear his own voice. He’s not the type to throw around false promises or empty comfort.

Tristan thinks before he speaks. He weighs his words. When he says he has an idea, it means he’s actually thought it through from every angle.

When he gets that look on his face, that serious, determined expression, it means he believes what he’s about to say..

So even though part of me wants to protect myself from disappointment, another part of me starts to hope. Just a little. Just enough to hurt if I’m

wrong.

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