𝑨𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒂   𝑬𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒐   𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒛𝒐
Akila Eduardo Lorenzo

Akila was falling through the sky.

She changed that night at the Romanian castle. When Adriano crashed the plane and came to save them. When Alessandro was saving everyone. And he wouldn't save himself.

She had got on that plane and he was still hanging. He was going to stay and die but she was to jump off and catch him first.

Akila knew that day, that's how she was to die. She knew from that moment, she will take her own life, for Alessandro.

She'd live. And die on the same day she was born.

Twenty five years ago, Akila realized she had no place to hide.

Twenty four years ago, Akila realized she had no grandfather to shield behind.

Twenty three years ago, Akila realized she had no mother to hold onto.

Twenty two years ago, Akila realized she had no father to protect.

Twenty one years ago, Akila realized she had no family to love.

Nineteen years ago, Akila realized she had no chance to run.

Eighteen years ago, Akila realized she had nothing to fight for.

Seventeen years ago, Akila realized she had no life to live for.

Sixteen years ago, Akila realized she had no chance to survive.

Fifteen years ago, Akila realized she had no strength to fight.

Fourteen years ago, Akila realized she had no power to rise.

Thirteen years ago, Akila realized she had no time left.

Twelve years ago, Akila realized she had escaped.

Eleven years ago, Akila realized she had someone to trust.

Ten years ago, Akila realized she had no one to trust.

Nine year ago, Akila realized she had to kill.

Eight years ago, Akila saw him.

Seven years ago, Akila realized she outran the Romanians.

Six years ago, Akila realized she had wholly and utterly healed.

Five years ago, Akila realized she had to move away.

Four years ago, Akila realized she had to find him.

Three years ago, Akila realized she had to catch him.

Two years ago, Akila realized she had to pull him.

One year ago, Akila realized she had to stay by him.

Six months ago, Akila realized she had fallen in love.

Four months ago, Akila realized she was to risk everything for him.

A week ago, Akila realized she had married a man with indestructible love.

And now, Akila realized she was dying for the man she loved more than her anger. Her pain. Her sadness. Her vengeance. Her whole life. She had loved him since she looked at him and saw someone as lonely as her. Someone who was surrounded by love but still broken. Someone who suffered alone instead of seeking help.

Someone she could see herself with.

Someone she saw herself in.

Someone she saw herself trust and befriend.

And love.

So when she kept falling and the wind carried her down. The skies getting smaller and the ocean smell getting stronger. She smiled one more time before crashing into the water.

She was okay, everyone was okay, it's okay, she'd tell herself over and over because Akila knew, she knew she was dying.

She was drowning.