AitanaCarrie
(The sequel to The Price You Took)
Cherish.
The name feels distant, like an echo from another life-a soft whisper against the storm still swirling inside me. It used to mean something. It used to be me. But now, it's just a word, a fragile thread of identity that doesn't quite fit anymore.
The world around me is sharp and muted all at once, the colors too vivid yet too hollow. I feel the weight of my body, the rise and fall of my chest, but it's all mechanical-like a distant observer watching through a glass pane. Every breath feels like a borrowed motion, every blink a practiced routine.
And the energy...
It's not a wild, untamed force anymore. It's not clawing at me, threatening to consume me. No-it's something else now. Coiled and quiet, like a predator resting just beneath my skin, waiting for a signal. It doesn't rage-it listens. It waits.
I push myself upright, my movements fluid but unfamiliar, like I'm learning how to use my body for the first time. The storm within doesn't resist; it moves with me, silent but ever-present.
There's a voice in the back of my mind-faint, pleading-but I can't make out the words. It feels far away. Muffled. Someone calling for her. For Cherish.
But I am not her. Not anymore.
I stand, the world tilting for a brief moment before steadying itself. My fingers curl and uncurl at my sides, testing their strength. The pain in my right hand is distant, almost forgotten, a phantom ache that no longer commands me.