Capítulo 2: Her
"Please… don't… don't leave… sob… Just tell me what I did wrong!"
"… You didn't do anything wrong. I… I just can't keep going like this anymore."
"Keep going with what, exactly?! Say it to my face! Don't you… love me anymore? Is there someone else? Is it something I did?! JUST TELL ME!"
"… I'm sorry."
"NO! If you leave, then… then… I'll end it all! I'll kill myself, and I'll make sure you see it!"
"Don't be foolish. Do yourself a favor—forget about me, forget about us, whatever this was. It's better that way."
"It's NOT okay! IT'S NOT!"
"…"
"If you leave… I'll have nothing left to live for. Please… don't go. I can't live without you. PLEASE!"
"…I… I'm sorry."
"Ryan… RYAN… RYAN!"
"HAAAA!"
The blue-haired young man gasped, sitting upright as sweat drenched his body. His chest heaved, his mind a tangled mess.
[A nightmare?]
"…Hah… Yeah," he replied, his breathing steadying.
[You've been having them a lot lately. Don't you think it's a sign?]
"… Sigh. What sign?" he asked, pulling himself to his feet.
[Perhaps… she's near.]
His eyes widened slightly before narrowing in defiance. Regaining his composure, he reached for the stair railing.
"How long was I out?" he asked, choosing to ignore the voice.
[It's an hour till dusk.]
"Damn it!" he cursed, rushing down the stairs.
It was a miracle he hadn't been spotted sleeping here. If someone had seen him, it would've cost him half his point allocation for the month—or worse, some more humiliating punishment.
[Still ignoring me?]
"What do you want from me?"
[The better question is, what do YOU want?]
"…"
[You know your destiny. The canon events are drawing near. You chose this path—so why deny who you are?]
"I just… need more time," the young man muttered, darting down the stairs and slipping past patrolling guards at every junction.
[Time for what? You already made your decision.]
"I know that—I KNOW, OKAY?!" His voice cracked as he clenched his fists, trying to suppress the tremor in his heart.
[Then why do you hesitate? Watching you cower like this—it's disgusting. You're capable of so much more!]
"…Corruption. It's inevitable," he said with a sigh, hiding behind a pillar and peering out to ensure the coast was clear.
[Ah, so it's about her again.]
"I said stop talking about her!"
[Why?]
"JUST DON'T!"
[The human heart never ceases to amaze me. You chose destruction—all for someone you once claimed to hate with every fiber of your being.]
"Stop it…" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
*[Someone you rejected.]
".....," he kept silent, grinding his teeth as he darted past a surveillance Reno-cam. He expertly avoided the sensors, knowing one mistake would expose him.
[Are you afraid? Afraid you'll no longer feel the way you did before corruption takes you?]
"…"
[It's your choice. Take control of your fate, or let your fate control you.]
"…Enough."
The voice fell silent.
.
.
.
Click.
"It's… open?" he thought, surprised as the door creaked open.
He slipped inside, ears straining to pick up the faint sounds of students showering in adjacent rooms. Classes would begin soon.
As the door closed behind him, a voice rang out:
"About time you showed up."
His eyes darted upward. The room was dark, the lights turned off, but he could make out a silhouette on the top bunk.
"Who are you?" he asked, indifferent as he began removing his clothes in preparation for a hot shower.
"You can call me Eric," the stranger replied. Suddenly, the lights flicked on.
The young man froze. His eyes widened as he looked up at the figure now fully illuminated.
"…You."
"Long time no see, banished prince," the man said with a smirk, his golden-blond hair gleaming under the light and his green eyes glinting with mischief.
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