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βThe past that you want to forget is the past you never will forget.β
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|| Beautiful Thing|| Grave Vanderwaal ||
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|| Beautiful Thing|| Grave Vanderwaal ||
The sand was warm, the sound of the gulls crying so comforting. These were the sounds of her home, the sounds of the place that Reyna had missed so much. Sure, Reyna had enjoyed her time as Ariel, but it hadn't been inside of her real body, she had experienced things, but never as herself. No, it wasn't Reyna who had been wanted by anyone, but Ariel. Reyna was a reject, an mercenary who didn't deserve the kindness of anyone. After all, why would anyone be able to love a murderer? Reyna had killed for less. Maybe she should give Corona what she wants and kill her, then maybe she would leave and allow the lack of magic to slowly the drain the life out of her. Reyna could become a mercenary again for a short while, the idea made her laugh. That's right, she could team up with Wolfe and be the dying assassin. "The underworld is where you belong, you murderer." Reyna didn't deserve better, Reyna didn't deserve anything good out of this life.
Reyna dragged herself to her feet and walked along the beach, collecting shells as she went. She collapsed on her knees, picking through them to find the sharpest one. Reyna grabbed a handful of her long hair and began to cut at it, hacking at the strands so that they no longer swept to her ankles. How short had it been when she had met Corona? It had been down to her chin, the length a boy would have had their hair at, but Reyna did not want it that short. Blue strands fell in a pile next to the rock she was sitting on, no longer a part of her. When it was done her hair was jagged and uneven, but Reyna felt lighter. Why was she reacting like this? Reyna had never felt such emotions stirring up inside of her. She wished she could have returned to that emotionless state, she wished that she could tuck these feelings away and use them to fight, but there was no more fighting to do.
Rejected, dejected, stupid, these were only a few of the feelings that made her heart hurt. "I was so stupid, wasn't I?" Reyna hugged herself and sat in the corner, it was almost like there was poison pumping through her veins. "Mama was right about something after all," Mama had been right about love. Not that Reyna could identify this emotion. She closed her eyes, attempting to imagine putting away all of these emotions inside of her, tucking them into boxes that were then stored in the blackest depths of her mind. Today it refused to work, leaving the wounds feeling as raw and fresh as ever.
"If I was reborn and came to meet you, do you think this shredded heart of mine can heal?" The tears were flowing once again. "You see, I was manipulated by someone else and I am intoxicated by that fake pair of wings. It would be so great if I could go back to the way... things... were." She brushed her hair to one shoulder, pressing the scar on her neck onto the cold stone of the rock behind her. The cold helped her think, it helped Reyna pinpoint one emotion that she could wrangle.