Page 138 of Misted
Mist
Our beginning is our end and you’re always my light at the end of the tunnel.
There’s a sayingabout seeing your life flash before your eyes.
Or maybe you wake up and find out that life as you know it is no longer there.
That’s how it feels when I open my eyes.
It isn’t the stuffy throat, the dry lips, or the dizziness in my head.
The room is white, but everything is black.
Even before I fully return to consciousness, tears rim my closed lids and fall down my cheeks.
I bury my face in the pillow as quiet sobs wreak my chest.
Hawk is gone. Just like that. He’s fucking gone.
Why am I still in a world in which he doesn’t exist?
For fifteen bloody years, I fought and hid all my feelings and my desires and pushed forward for him.
I did all that, knowing that somehow, he’ll be at the end of the road. But now, it’s completely black.
The door clicks open. I don’t bother to lift my head from the pillow. Then, those composed, familiar footsteps register. I flip around so fast, pain snaps in my head.
“Hello, Mist.” Hades stops at the head of my bed, just like what he did when I lost my child.
Everything is repeating itself.
Only now, I have absolutely nothing to lose. I’m going to kill this bastard and then follow him to hell.
My eyes dart sideways for a scalpel or any weapon.
“I wouldn’t advise what you’re thinking of.” He doesn’t appear the least bit phased, but that’s Hades. He always thinks he has everything under control.
Not this time.
“Hawk isn’t dead.”
I freeze, my body sagging. He’s playing with me, but even knowing that fact, I want it to be true so badly, it burns under my skin.
“I don’t believe you.”
He sighs and retrieves his phone. He taps a few things inside before he shows me a live feed of Hawk pacing a white room similar to this one.
My lips tremble and I snatch the phone from Hades’ hand. I run my fingertips along the screen. Hawk is wearing dark trousers and one of those baggy T-shirt that never managed to hide how toned and muscular he is.
His fists are clenching and unclenching by his side as if he’s barely stopping himself from going berserker.
And he’s alive. So… so much alive.
Life rushes back into my limbs and the world gains colours. Then, I recall the devil looming over me.
I glare at Hades. “What do you want?”
“You see.” Hades takes the phone from my hand, even when I try to hold on to one last glance of Hawk. “Hawk, Ink, Scar, Shadow, and Flame testified that Molly was the one who killed Nero fifteen years ago and they decided to punish her. They said you were the one who found out about her first.”