HER LOVE • davina claire

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Aleksios P.O.V:

"Lexie!" Is how I was rudely yelled awake by my twin brother. I sat up with a start and I saw him with a breakfeast tray in his hands, the smile on his face exactly like the previous morning: big and hopeful.

"Is shouting honestly necessary?" I questioned grogily with annoyance in my tone as I start rubbing my eyes in an attempt to clear it of sleep.

"Yes." He answered me bluntly. "Have you met yourself? How else was I suppose to get you up?" He asks me and I only gave him a glare in response - having not argument to what he said.

"Stop glaring. You don't exactly look threathening with bed hair and sleepy eyes." Nik tells me and I can see he is holding back a laugh. I drop the glare and I put my hair in a messy bun. My twin brings over the breakfeast tray and I immediately brighten up as I see what he made me.

"Pancakes!" I squealed and I gave him a quick, small smile as he handed me the tray with a chuckle at my excitement. Yes, I squealed. Don't judge, he makes the best pancakes ever.

"You have got to teach me how to make these." I tell him after I swallowed a mouthful. He nods and watches me eat with a happy and satisfied grin on his face. The rest of my meal is spent in silence, with the occasional slap on the hand to Nik as he tries to steal my food. The whole way through he was grinning like a mad man. In someways I suppose he is but I knew better. That smile, it was out of happiness. I knew it hurt him that I fell into my nearly comatose state and I feel guilty for that but I also know that he understands. After, Tatia I helped him through the nightmares of her death. He would think it was his fault but it wasn't, he didn't kill her - our mother did. I also helped him get over Aurora after we left the De Martel's. For a while, I thought he wouldn't get over her but this isn't the same as that. I felt pain the night we left but the next morning it was gone and now a week later he can still feel a dull ache as a result of the pain over her death.

"So," Nik started after he sped my empty dishes down stairs and got back into his bed besides me. I looked up at him with a raised eyebrows indicating for him to continue. " - we are going to church." He tells me and I snort.

"What for? After all the shit we've done down here, there's no way we'll get up there." I tell him in a teasing tone and I point heavenward with my index finger as I say the last part.

"It's for the re opening of St. Anne's." He says quitely and my heart gives a painful tug as I remember the time I spent there with her. I nod wordlessly and he wraps an arm around my shoulder and places a kiss on my forehead as I place my head against his shoulder and allowed myself to be comforted by my twin brother again.

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About an hour later my twin and I, along with Marcel, are sitting in the church. It's hard being in here but not as hard as I thought it would be. I took his hand as we entered the church and I haven't let go of it yet. I need something to keep me grounded or I would lose it. Father Kieran is holding the first mass since the massacre of his cousin. Appearently he was named Sean and was Cami's twin. According to my brother, Agnes hexed him.

Nik likes to gossip with me and this past week we had a lot of free time. He talked, I listened.

"Thank you all for coming. It means more than I can tell you. We gather today for the first public service of our newly reopened church. St. Anne's can finally once again be the heart of our community, where we can congregate as a people united. Here, this hour, we come together to praise God and give thanks. The events that took place at our church were tragic." Father Kieran started his sermon and I felt sympath for him. I had feeling towards other people, just not romantic feelings. Not like I feel about her. No one could ever compare. Since my realisation of just how deep my affections and feelings for her goes, I also realised that dead or alive - she would have my cold, dark heart. Where ever she may be. Always and Forever.