Strength is a curse dressed as a blessing.
The weak may suffer, but the strong must watch. Watch as those they cherish wither. Watch as the world they swore to protect crumbles in their hands. It is not that they are weak. The truth is simply far crueler than that.
"Fate." Veronica muttered, glancing at the clouds floating just outside her window. "Such a convenient name for failure."
Those were Charlotte's words.
Charlotte used to say them with a bitter smile, back when they were both young. Back when she never understood what those words truly meant.
Veronica recalled the night she spent with Charlotte.
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The two of them were sitting at their usual favorite spot. The rooftop of the Blood Tower. Watching the night sky stretch endlessly above them.
The stars were all scattered like spilled silver. It all looks majestic.
It was the last peaceful night they ever had together.
"Why are you doing this?" Veronica had asked.
