Witching Hour

Dr Ilana Morata

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Independent
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MorataCorp CEO

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Killa Ree
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It was only in this deepest part of night, when there was no one in her arms or in her bed, that she allowed any feelings to pour out. That any grief that threatened to break her in half if she let any sound out. Instead, she sat on her bed. Long white hair draped around her face, and her whole body shook, threatening to break loose all the tears, the grief that had been slowly building ever since she left Paqualis III.

Every person she grew close to had gone in one way or another, without a single goodbye, and tonight it was too much. Her lips parted in a silent scream and she could feel the rush of emotion in hot, damp tears sliding down her cheeks and neck, the sharp ache in her ribs as she balled fists so tightly into the bedspread they began to bleed. How dare they leave her behind.

I don't deserve this.


She gasped as a sharp lance of pain pierced through her chest, a fist rubbed into where it hurt. A sharp ache, that lanced with every heartbeat. But another voice hissed, sibilant, always the only thing that stayed.

Don't you?

A voice hummed out, chuckling. Out of the corner of her eye, something gleamed like the lit end of the cigara. But when she turned her head to look, it was gone, the phantasmal glow faded to nothing but the deep darkness of the ship. Wouldn't it be so easy to find the answers you needed... it continued, by her ear. She gritted her jaw, but said nothing. It lurked in her senses, cold, beckoning. Open the book, Ilana, it whispered, the voice soft, taunting. And you'll get them all back. All the answers you'd ever need... and they'd never leave you again.

She closed her eyes again, curling up tighter.

"Just go away. Go away."
 
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