BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 367: Memories

Chapter 367: Memories

EMMA

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Memories came to me and it was peaceful... It is said that in the last moments of life your mind replays everything you have lived through.

I grew up an only child, little and feeble. I stammered so badly that I could barely get my words right, I couldn’t even associate with people properly, I was like an imperceptible ghost my entire life and the only person who saw me was my mom.

It was me and her against the world, she was everything to me and she always told me that one day I will grow out of my shell but I never believed because I wanted to be in that shell forever, there was no point in waking up from a dream. I had her so I had everything...

Not until I had to leave, her job became very demanding and she moved around a lot and never settled in one place. She wanted to provide better for both of us and it was also her dream job, to work with someone famous and explore the world and make contracts like the businesswoman she is.

I knew no doubt she would break that dream because of me. I felt like a burden which is why when it was decided I had to move in with my aunt I didn’t complain, I couldn’t bring myself to and I hid my tears as best I could.

It was only when I pulled away from her arms and walked into the airport I let my tears fall, it felt like I was leaving a part of me behind. Even when I paused to look at her amidst the crowd I saw her in tears too, she didn’t see me but I saw her, I saw how much she cried watching me leave.

I understand one thing then... no matter how much you want to hold onto something you eventually let go because there comes a time when memories are the only thing keeping us going. My memories were always with my mom, to the earliest, when she held me in her arms for the first time and cried.

My first steps as she cheered me on, taking me to work with her every time as I grew up, she was my closest companion and everything about her was me and vice versa.

Juneau changed that notion for me, I guess I finally did step out of my shell the moment I set foot on Juneau soil. I tried my best to live the right way, and although I had many challenges, I just wanted to be a normal teenager. But instead, the opposite of my life happened... I made friends. I had an aunt who loves me just as my mom does.

And then I met him... our eyes colliding in that pouring rain felt like fate, those eyes I thought I would only see once found me back again, my dream-filled life changed instantly to a living one and I never felt more alive.

The danger signs were clearly there yet I ignored them just to breathe in his space, be in his arm, let him hold me tightly, and never let go, giving your entire soul to someone is like giving your identity and he gave me him too, without a doubt ready to give me more than he could offer, we became each other anchor. It was hard but each moment with him I prayed for time to stop for us because that certain moment felt everlasting, like you’re strapped in a charm you can’t resist.

I never understood love perfectly but after I met him I finally understood the meaning, what it means to protect it, cherish a bond like no other, and hold onto it no matter what, I understood the true meaning of devotion, care, and love. We both fought for what we wanted even though we couldn’t be together, even though fate brought us together it still wanted to set us apart.

It was a lost cause... and my most painful memory was watching the very beast I desired rip me apart all because of the mistake I made. I ruined what we made... I destroyed the last fragment of what we shared, all for it to crumble into pieces, and I watched as the very faint of humanity washed away from his eyes that only gave me warmth became my very nightmare.

I once gained the world, I believed I gained the world, I fell in love, I made friends and I got to know what it means to have a brother. I formed a special connection with Grayson and I understood a sibling bond. I guess one would say I have lived my life to the fullest, but it was never enough.

I don’t think anything will ever be enough because when you gain the entire world, you eventually lose it. Either you break it with your own two hands... or you die and leave it behind.

In my case it’s both, right now it was like an endless torment, I didn’t find peace... I was instead tormented by the last scene of my life as Dace killed me over and over again until I lost my very sanity.

There is nothing left of me.

And yet feeling a cold liquid within me I was plagued by memories... but those memories weren’t mine. The memories of a ginger-haired boy with black obsidian eyes and countless memories flashed before my senses like this particular person had lived more than a lifetime.

It went on like an old record, a record of someone else’s life, and I felt like I had lived through all of it too. It was almost as if someone invaded me, and that very person was pulling me back to life.

I don’t think I’m dead because I can hear my heartbeat, I can feel the cool air against my skin, I can feel my fingers flinching and threatening to move, and my toes too, the pain is gone, I feel light even though I felt numb from the pit darkness that held all my nightmares.

There was a pleasing taste to my lips too but I don’t know what it was... it tasted sweet and cold, just the flavor in my tongue got me awakening, that very taste was making my body move again.

And so I opened my eyes into the new world.