The Pentagram Child(41)

“Do what?”

“Hope for what he can’t allow to happen.” He finished sadly.

“So that’s it! He breaks my heart for reasons I will never know and you not only tell me his own heart is breaking from his decision but also that he can never do anything to fix it!?” This time it was Vincent’s turn to sigh and clench his gloved fists.

“That’s what I am telling you.” I sucked in a sharp breath surprised at what I should have been ready for.

“So that’s it for us…there’s…there’s no use fighting anymore is there?” I tried to get it out without letting the tears fall but what was the use, they were already streaming down my face in an angry flow that I hadn’t even realised until now.

“Oh, Keira… haven’t you realised it by now…?” He waited for me to look back up at him and when I did he held out his hand to me. I ran to him as I had no strength in me to fight against my need for his comfort. He held me to him and I looked up to see him looking directly at the cave I knew was hidden there. And when looking there I saw we were no longer alone as Ava was seen circling overhead watching us, making me wonder if Draven could also see us?

These thoughts evaporated when he finished with the most important statement of all,

“…You don’t have it in you to ever stop fighting for him.” And I answered him the only way I knew how…

With the truth.



“I know.”





We were now on our way back with me as before, clutching onto Vincent as we sped down empty roads. We didn’t have much more to say to each other after that, as what else was there to say. It was obvious the pain Vincent endured watching his brother walk this lonely path that the Oracle had sent him down. It was also obvious that no matter what either of us said or did, that he would continue to walk it even if there was no point to the destination at the end.

This was what I just needed to accept. Even if what Vincent had said made me face the truth. That I would never really stop fighting for him but the difference was that sometimes even as we continue to fight the good fight it didn’t mean that the war hadn’t already long since been lost. I didn’t say this to Vincent but I didn’t need to. All he needed to do was look at it written there, etched deep in my anguish of someone already beaten. But he surprised me. The last thing he did was look back to the cave one last time and say,

“You know of the truth untold but now… well, now I think it is time for his own truth to be found.” And without explaining it fully he took my hand and led me back to his bike.

It was as if nothing more needed to be said. And as I held on it gave my mind plenty to think about as I watched the road unravel ahead. It was time to be honest with myself and finally let go of the past. I had been hurting for so long now it was easier to feel bitter than to hold on to hope. It was easier to be angry at Draven than wonder too deeply what his own feelings could be. But really, where did any of that get me? It didn’t make me feel better, if anything it made me feel worse. And my cutting words to him, that nobody would deny he deserved on some level, but what did they really achieve? They just ended up hurting someone I loved and that wasn’t what I wanted.

I think I could safely say that he knew how much he had wounded me and for reasons, it was obvious I would never find out, he felt like he had no other choice to make. So why make him suffer more? No, from now on I wasn’t going to do that to him. I was going to let go of the past year and look to the hard reality of a future that didn’t include him and me ever being together again. But that didn’t mean we couldn’t still be friends now, could it? Well, I was definitely going to give it a try because Vincent was right, I wasn’t going to give up on him.

I didn’t have it in me.

These tangled thoughts brought me all the way to our destination and I frowned when I saw it wasn’t the one I had been expecting.

“Err…Vincent, why are we back here?” I asked as he shut down his bike. He kicked down the stand and looked over his shoulder to wink at me.

“No time like the present to start turning over that new leaf of yours.” He said smirking.

“You were listening?!” I screeched in panic.

“Honey, your mind was screaming at me so loud I could hear you over the engine.” I groaned as I realised my mistake. It seemed like all that time I spent guarding my mind in front of Draven, that when I was no longer in his presence my exhausted brain just flopped down in front of the telly, to put her feet up and let any bugger in!

“Great.” I responded dryly making Vincent laugh.