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November 12 - December 2, 2025
I remembered the cry, the scream when her sister died. It had been the center of my nightmares for weeks. I could still feel the pain of my body flying through walls, windows, and metal from the force of it. This wasn’t her. This emotionless empty shell was not my Dianna.
The dark, archaic power emanating from her made my body tremble. I remembered her being a fraction of what I felt in this room, but then that was before, when Gabby was alive to drag her back from the brink. Now there was no Gabby, and that sharpened edge she’d always teetered on was a thing of the past. She had dived head first off it, slicing herself to pieces on the way down.
Our parents taught us that the body was just a vessel. Only a shell remained when the soul, the most essential part, left. Maybe that was why I felt what I did. Was I just a shell now? My chest felt as if a thousand rocks were crushing it. There was no movement, no life, not anymore. I knew I should cry and scream, but nothing came.
My heart ached. I was so afraid I would never see her laugh or smile again. I had not realized how deeply my feelings for her had grown over the months we spent together. How utterly attached I had become to my fiery temptress. I had not realized it until it was too late, and she had already left, taking a part of me with her.
“You have taken someone from me with your actions—someone very precious to me. And now you have helped a lunatic corrupt her already damaged heart, shattering it into a million pieces. They are pieces I will pick up and fix, but what you have done is unforgivable. I plan to make you suffer for that transgression. Death would be a kindness, and you deserve none.”
Every cell screamed danger even as my soul whispered what a lie it was. My heart skipped a beat, and I’m sure they all heard, but I couldn’t help it. No matter what, Dianna stole the very breath from my lungs without even trying.
Something in me snapped, tears stinging my eyes. “How am I supposed to get her back?”
My head throbbed, flashing back over the last hour, seeing her but not her, feeling her but not her.

