GREY’S POV :

As the variable was leaving I noticed a glint. It can’t be, right? She cannot have that ring?

I grabbed hold of her hand and felt my heart stop. Colour drained from my face. It was that ring. Her ring. The person I killed.

How can it be?

Why does she have this ring?

A million questions churned in my mind and I couldn't think straight.

“Why… Why do you have this ring?” I asked the variable.

I needed answers. I needed to know. There is no way that I could be mistaken. After all, it was the ring that has haunted my dreams since that day. That tragedy, twelve years ago.

Images from that day racked my mind with pain. My bloody shivering tiny hands. 

I was just four.

I didn’t mean to do it. 

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry.

If I had known what was going to happen I wouldn’t have done it.

How do I make it right? How do I clean up my sins? How do I salvage my life? Please tell me. I would do anything.

Anything.

As I was lost in my thoughts, wallowing in my self-hatred and pity… I saw it. The jewel shone. Just like it had done until that day twelve years ago. 

By the time I realised it, it was already too late.

I was too late. Just like always.

The variable screamed like a banshee, in excruciating pain.

Damn it. Not now. Not when I finally found her.

I need to confirm. I need to beg for forgiveness.

I shook her and screamed at her to stay conscious.

Her screams sounded very familiar.

Growing up as a constant I had learned many of the secrets of the seven worlds. Out of them the most mysterious place that people whispered about was that place. The place where souls are lost and bodies are conserved throughout the years as if in an eternal slumber. I remember losing nights of sleep worried about it.

Finally unable to contain my anxiousness, I asked my father about it.

“Dad, how would I know if someone is going to that place?”

My dad just smiled and patted my head saying, “If that ever happens you will know.”

I now understand what my dad meant. Looking at the variable, something clicked in my brain and I realised. She was going to that place.

Into oblivion. The oblivion.

If she lost consciousness I would lose her all over again. She would most likely be locked in an eternal slumber like the others.

“DON’T. PASS. OUT.”

And as if my destiny were mocking me, she passed out right that instant.

As I held her I realised that I had failed her once again. 

Pathetic. 

I am pathetic.

And the pit in my stomach grew larger than ever.