Strolling Through The Shadows | Valentina & Nathan
It must have been after midnight already, but Valentina didn’t think of trying to sleep. She was alone in her livingroom – the lights on full intensity, the window cracked, pouring in cold air and the sounds of the city that the Brunette seemed to want to capture in her mind. She was still fully dressed in a black dress and a big, slouchy cardigan that she cuddled into, her knees pulled close as she sat on the couch. And stared. Fumbling, playing with her fingers as she tried to not have them pick at the cuts that were just healing on her chest. She was attentive of wearing clothing that didn’t show them, avoiding the look that Maya gave her every time she saw the wounds, covering the traits of what the mission had done to her. If only she could forget and allow herself to stop burying herself in her apartment.
She was supposed to be locked away forever. Supposed to be dead, punished for the deeds she had done. She was a murderer and contrary to what she had done the past couple of months – working towards graduation so she could be free again – she now felt like it had all been for nothing. She didn’t deserve to be free. Someone like her was not supposed to be able to walk the streets. All her hope had shattered the moment her knife had met her target’s throat; all her progress vanishing into thin air, all that they had told her that she was dawning on her to be more true than ever. She hadn’t been getting better. She’d been getting worse. Valentina flinched as a knock on the door ripped her out of her thoughts and made her gaze at the door, wondering if it had only been imagination.
