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Ivy

Roman didn't have much time, that alone was reason enough to neglect any fear that came with the thought of seeing that woman again. The fact that Ethan was right beside me, made me feel confident in the fact that she was going to authorize it. Of course it wasn't because Ethan had shocked me by bringing a gun along with him.

When I asked him what he needed it for, he only said it was just in case Glory was being too stubborn.

I didn't know what he meant by that. Would he aim the gun at her? Threaten to shoot her? Would Glory fall for that?

Of course not, she doesn't look like the kind of woman to succumb to measly threats. But I had shoved those thoughts back into my mind.

Helping Roman was all that mattered right now, and we had to be fast about it.

I would have complimented the woman's house if I wasn't too pissed at that moment, and I would have given much thoughts to the fact that the guards just let us through like they were expecting us.

"She knew we were coming didn't she?" I asked Ethan.

He shot me a look. "Glory knows just about everything, so there's no surprise there."

The house was warm, and I could just feel her touch everywhere.

Spotting her by what looked like a mini bar area, but still managed to look as official as possible, she turned to our direction, her face expressionless and her hands clasped behind her. "Ethan, Fisher." She said, almost like we were supposed to take that as a form of acknowledgment from her.

Going straight to the point, I stepped forward. "So you're just gonna let him die? For nothing?"

She raised a brow. "Mr. Huxley isn't my responsibility, Miss Fisher, and so are you. How is it any of my business if he dies?"

"I don't want to know about how it isn't any of your business, part of the reason why he's here in the first place, is because of you."

She gave a small chuckle, amusement swimming in her eyes. "Me? If I recall correctly, Miss Fisher, I offered you and Mr. Huxley a pass out of this dimension, but you boldly refused. Ever since that moment, the responsibility was taken from my hands. If the boy actually dies, his blood would be on your hands."

The urge to just jump on this woman and scratch her calm eyes and face out, was really pulling at me. She didn't care, not even one bit. In fact, it was almost like she was enjoying it.

"Okay, enough of this, Glory. You have to place the authorization, or he dies. The last thing I want is any more deaths, so please, just cut the crap and let Malcolm do his job." Ethan said, pulling me by my arm, further away from Glory, as if sensing I was on the verge of loosing it.

Glory smiled. "I'm sorry, Ethan. I'll have to refuse you today."

He didn't look shocked by this, in fact, it was almost like he had been expecting her to say just that. "The one time I actually, really need your help, you're going to refuse me because of your what, Ego?" Ethan asked, letting go of me, and walking over to the bar, so he was standing a safe distance away from her and me, this made her turn her head slightly to his direction.

"Ethan, this isn't about my Ego... It's about staying true to my word. I lead a dimension of over millions of people, what kind of leader goes back on their word to save one measly soul?" She asked, her voice sounding like she was desperately trying to make him understand.

"Roman is important to a lot of people, okay?" Her bold blue eyes landed on me as I continued. "Unlike me, he has a family outside this dimension, a mother who has worried herself to her sickbed, trying to find her son, a father who works tirelessly to bring home a positive result, and a brother who cares deeply for him. I don't even want to think of how they'll feel if he-- if something were to happen to him." I heard myself say. "He can't die Glory, please." I begged.

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do." Was all she said, her eyes hard, and set on her decision.

Ethan sighed. "I guess we're doing this the hard way then." He said, bringing out the gun he had carried along earlier.

Glory raised a perfect brow at him. "I'm sure you're smarter than this, honey. Really? I knew spending time with these humans was a bad idea."

Ethan smiled.

What the hell is he doing?

"Oh, I know a gun pointed at you, won't scare you. I mean obviously... I have other things in mind. No one has to get hurt, Glory, just give the authorization, and we can all go our seperate ways. You're wasting time."

"My decision, has been made." She said, her voice hard.

Ethan nodded. "Okay."

The next thing that happened was too fast to even comprehend, one minute the gun was safely away from him, and the next, it's pointed to his shoulder, dangerously close to his chest. The sound of the gun going off, sent my heart leaving my chest in an instant.

Ethan just shot himself.

The yelp that left Glory's mouth was one I never thought I'd ever hear from her.

Gone was the composed woman, now came a frightened woman who looked like the shock had also sent her heart running for the hills.

"Ethan!" She yelled, rushing over to him, in which he managed to move away, clutching his shoulder which now pumped out blood like there was a hose sucking it out... That was no ordinary gun, the pain was evident in his face as he stopped Glory from coming any closer to him.

"Don't even think of coming near me, or I swear to God, the next bullet goes straight to my heart, we both know I'm not playing around."

Glory was quick put a stop to her movement.

I felt hot tears prickle down my eyes. Fear gripping my feet to the ground, all I could do, was speak. "E-Ethan, what the hell are you doing?"

"Yes yes, what are you- what are you doing, stop this madness!" Glory let out in fear, her eyes wide. If I hadn't been here to see it, I would never have believed anything could move this woman to tears.

Glory Curt was crying because Ethan hurt himself? What in the--

"Call Malcolm and give the authorization, or I'm gonna kill myself, right here and right now. 'Cause honestly, I'd rather die than to let history repeat itself over again. I'm just so tired of people getting hurt or dying because of me, I'm so tired of everyone manipulating me and hurting the ones I care about, just to get to me. There's Dean who just wants to trick me into killing you, or he'd kill everyone I love if I refused, I don't care about this dimension, I don't care about you or your plans, I just want to live my life like a normal fucking person, because I'm so tired of people using me to get to you because for some sick reason, they think I actually mean something to you, Glory."

I could see it in his eyes... I didn't know why I didn't see it earlier. The tiredness, the frustration... He was hurting, but due to my obsession about saving everyone, I had completely neglected the one person who gave me the reason to do all this in the first place.

"You know better than anyone that I don't really care about my life, I stopped caring a long time ago, and I'm not afraid to take it myself."

He didn't look like he was bluffing.

"Call Malcolm, and give him the authorization, Glory. Now."

She didn't even give a response, she just charged for a phone, dialing and typing furiously on it, before hastily, throwing her phone on the couch.  "Done, now can you throw that gun away, please." Her voice was heavy with tears.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, having me reach quickly for it, seeing a text of confirmation from Ralph.

"Ethan, she's telling the truth, there's a confirmation. You can stop now."

His eyes, innocent and tired, told me he had lost a lot of blood, and within minutes, he'd pass out.

I made my way slowly and cautiously towards him.

He was here, but I didn't even feel his presence, his warmth was absent.

I placed my hand on his good shoulder. "Hey, Give me the gun." I said, seeing his droopy eyes as I reached for the gun on his grip, in which I was glad he gave to me willingly. "It's okay." I whispered to his hearing only, holding onto him, as his eyes dropped close, his head falling on my shoulder, and his weight almost pulling me down with him.

My eyes found Glory's teary ones. "Help me." I said softly.

I didn't have to tell her twice before she came rushing towards us.

Fiona

The moment they told me he was awake, I wanted to charge right into the room he was in, I wanted to see for myself that I hadn't completely lost him.

So close, I was so close to losing someone that I loved, again.

The feeling was something I didn't want to even associate myself with anymore.

First it was my real parents on the outside, then my adoptive parents here. The fear that had gripped my heart at those moments, gripped my heart today, threatening to tear me apart once again.

The minute I heard Roman had gone missing, I had gone totally confused. Why him? What could someone as precious as Roman do to anyone? The moment it occurred to me that I might have lost him forever, I wanted to stop waiting, waiting for the courage I knew was never going to come.

It just reminded me that life comes with a limit, and if we ever wanted something from it while we still have it, we just have to take that oppunity, and follow the route to guaranteed happiness.

I wanted Roman, but I was too scared to admit it, too scared to finally accept that I wasn't completely and totally without a heart.

I took in a deep breath, before proceeding to open the door softly.

I'm done waiting, done trying to stop my happiness with the thought of getting hurt by it... I'm done being afraid of taking risks.

The minute I walked in, I saw him sitting on the side of the bed, completely dressed in the fresh clothes Ralph had brought in earlier, his head was casted downwards as he stared wordlessly at his hands, not acknowledging the fact that someone else was in the room with him.

Swallowing, I spoke. "Hey."

Immediately, he raised his head, almost like he had been totally lost in thoughts.

His eyes scanned my frame from toe to head, before looking back down without replying.

Okay, I guess I kinda deserve that.

I let out a breath, not letting his lack of response deter me.

I walked over to the bed, taking the spot right beside him, leaving some distance between us, my hands resting on my thighs.

"I want to say I understand what you're going through but-- I can't because I was given the chip when I was only ten. I don't know what it'd feel like for you." I said, my voice low, knowing fully well he could hear me.

He was without his glasses.

I knew he wouldn't be needing it anymore.

He clenched and unclenched his fist, before sighing. "You want to know what it feels like?" He asked after a while.

"If you want to tell." I responded.

He raised his head, looking over at me. His blue eyes sending my heart on the usual marathon race. Then he cracked a smile. "I feel like a Vampire." He said.

At this, I furrowed my brows. "What?"

"You know, dead people obsessed with blood." He said.

I blinked. "Of course I know what a vampire means, I'm just a little confused as to why you'd feel like that."

He went quiet before looking back at his hands.

After a while, he spoke.

"I feel dead." He let out. "I'm aware that I'm not in control of myself, I can feel it in me, and- and I hate it. It's disgusting."

I sighed. "You have to understand that we did it to help you. Malcolm would keep looking for a cure to the drug that was used on you, maybe after that's done, they can take it out of you."

He nodded. "I understand. I would have done the same for Ivy even if she'd kill me afterwards." He chuckled. "But there's no cure for Odilix. I did my research." He said.

"Either way, I'm glad you're okay."

His eyes met mine again. "I'm sure you weren't that worried, after all, I'm just a friend of one of your friends." He said.

He looked away, wincing, almost like he didn't mean to say that out loud. "I'm sorry." He apologized, confirming my suspicions. "I'm not entirely in control of my feelings right now."

"I get it, and I deserved that. As much as I love to deny, I'm well aware that I hurt you that day, and for that, I'm sorry." I apologized.

He raised his gaze to meet mine.

"I lied that day Roman, I- I panicked. I've never been in such a position before, and I freaked out because I didn't know where you were going with the question, and I was just scared of what I felt for you." I confessed. "I've lost almost everyone I loved. And the feeling that came to me whenever I thought of you, it just scared me and I didn't want to take the risk. So I just blocked it all out."

On instincts, I took his warm hand in mine, my stomach flipping at the connection. "I meant what I said the second time I snuck into your room. I really do like you Roman. And I know it's crazy, and so fast, but my feelings are heightened, and it's hard to deny them for so long."

I looked down at our hands joined together. "I understand if your feelings are no longer there, I just wanted to get that off my chest."

He placed a finger on my chin, lifting my head up so our eyes met again. "Finish what you started."

I furrowed my brows. "What?"

"When you snuck into my room the second time... You started something, I want you to finish it." His eyes dropped to my lips then back to my eyes.

My heart, beating out of proportion, approved of my movement towards him, and applauded when I pressed my lips against his.

I could feel butterflies in my stomach, sparks eruping everywhere within me. I never believed feelings like this could erupt from just a kiss. It felt like a drug that left me dazed and wanting more.

He broke the kiss. "My feelings for you never left, Fiona. I don't think it's going anywhere, anytime soon." He assured, bringing his lips back to mine.

I could feel it in me, a perfect beginning was brewing between us, and I had no intention on holding back.

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