She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

Sebastian's POV

Scarlett - or, okay, - Scar, is like no homecoming queen before.

She couldn't make the notion of she doesn't give a shit clearer. She is not up and waving, or sending kisses, or smiling at the crowd crazy for her, she just lies on her throne, leaning lazily on the wagon like a sleepy cat, curls her fingers cutely when she feels like it, with her lips carelessly curved. And when that lights up the crowd, she just lets out a cute laugh, landing her chin on her elbow and sticking her tongue a little, making the people go off crazy.

It makes me crazy for her more, too.

"Why did you choose me?" Waving at the crowd, I ask as casually as I can.

I try to play the king. Well, failing to.

I feel like I don't know her. Not anymore. I just don't know if it was the past five years that changed her into this Harley Queen, or it was the accident five years ago alone.

I feel like from the moment Scar gave Ava the empty smile saying her name was now only Scar, I fell into a dream. A nightmare.

I watched Scar saying the word "blood", scaring the shit out of Ava, before she leaned into the masked man as if for a kiss, only to bite the masked man's throat teasingly.

I looked away so the image doesn't burn my eyes.

At that moment I really felt like I saw Claudia, the innocent yet greedy, pure yet bloodthirsty new-turned vampire in that old movie. Interview with the vampire?

The masked man looked calm enough, as if used to her craziness. But Ava definitely looked like she just saw a flesh-eating monster.

"You-you dare not... Daddy would--" Ava couldn't even finish that line because everyone at that moment knew - "Daddy" had no power over this new Scar.

After all, she got rid of everything that "daddy" had ever given her, all the way to the name.

Scar. What a fitting name. That was all she got from them. From me, too.

Scar narrowed her eyes on Ava like a predator on her prey. Her face was straight without any emotion, not even a slight shade of anger. But her soulless stare intimidated Ava more than anything, making her stumble back and grip my sleeve. That was when Scar put away that empty smile. She jumped off the masked man's lap and reached her hand out to me, a dangerous smirk on her scarlet lips.

Her eyes emptied my mind, and unable to even think, I took her hand.

"...just...because of Ava?" I should have known the answer. I knew, her answer. But I just couldn't help ask.

The hope of it's more than that is grinding my heart into ash. And I just want to end the pain, even with a clear death sentence.

"I would have taken her, but I doubt people would like that," Scar answers lazily, her taunting eyes land on me, raising an itch in my heart that drives me crazy. My throat hurts so much that all I can manage is a bitter smile.

Would she care if they don't? I want to ask. But I know the question is also meaningless to her, probably would only stir a careless mocking from her.

If Scar is half-minded, then I'm

abandoning my duty as the "king" completely, I just sit there with my eyes nailed on the person I have missed more than anything in the world, yet failing to recognize her when her soul is not here.

I had so much to say to her when I was looking for her, now she sits right in front of me, yet I feel like my little girl is still out there somewhere, waiting for me to find her, just like that day in the woods.

When she told me, it was like my world finally made sense. I wanted it more than anything in the world, and I felt like my torn soul was finally back into its place. Except I had already broken hers at that time, and she told me that, only as a knife aiming at my heart.

She did it.

Her light little announcement took away most of my sleep, and all my peace in the past five years. And my soul couldn't rest for a shortConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

moment, even in the deepest of my dreams.

It was her.

My dream was nothing but her face. The cute ones, innocent ones, luring ones, and sad ones.

It has always been her.

But I lost her. I swore to protect her, yet I lost her the very next day. I not only failed my promise, I protected her enemy, and watched her enemy tear her apart.

I never deserved her.

My real Scar is still lost. Trapped in the dark woods of her horrible past. And she wouldn't come back with me, because this time, I put her there.

To get her back, I'd trade places with her.