Untouchable by Marii Solaria

Chapter 4 – Agonizing Guilt

“Maybe there’s more we all could have done, but we just have to let the guilt remind us to do better next time.“–

Veronica Roth

Present Time

“You would have been best friends with her wolf, Artemis.” Sizzling pain swam through my heart, caging in a prison of agony. That was one of my favorite moments I shared with Nuria two months before she died. We had plans for our future. We had plans once we shifted for the first time. Our lives were made for us! “You and Angelika would have been as close as sisters…like we were.”

“Oh, Kiya…” Artemis spoke softly. Her voice caressed me as hot tears swam down my cheeks. Each droplet carried a “what–if; what if Nuria was still alive? What if the rogues never came? What if I had listened to Steven? What if we had shifted together? What–if after what–if splashed on the ground near my toes, disintegrating into tiny droplets of broken dreams.

A broken future.

“Her death wasn’t your fault. I would have loved to meet Angelika, but that’s not possible. You miss her terribly; I can feel it from your heart. That’s a beautiful memory you have of her. Treasure that.”

“But Artemis… I took that from you. I took Angelika from you. I never gave you the love of a close friend like Nuria had given me. We’ve been friends since we were in the crib. She made me happy, and how did I repay her? By selfishly pulling her into my adventure, forgetting rogue sightings. They tore her away from me and I watched her get mauled to death. I couldn’t do anything! I couldn’t…!

All the pain I thought I solved overflowed from its burial chambers like a clogged sink; the fluidity of agony filling me faster than air. No matter how hard I try, the guilt eats me like. Gobbling my heart with its sharp teeth piercing and tearing at each chamber. Many years after Nuria’s death, I still feel responsible. The misplaced blame of the angel’s death is not misplaced when I’m unable to free myself from its tormenting

hold.

It killed me daily with every memory I have of Nuria. For my sake, I tried to push those memories away. Bu

smile is still as real as if she were alive today. I still remember the silkiness of her ebony tresses, the golden hue of her skin, the sparkling cerulean of her eyes, and her angelic aura. It’s all real like

warmth, only to be met with a blade of deep–seated guilt slicing

cemetery while. she and her mother lived their best lives. Perhaps Luna Essie would have birthed more children or Nuria would have found her mate or went off

heat. Why do I deserve this life? These avatar powers? This status as a warrior? How do I deserve any of this when I took away the hearts

see his for and mother alive? They were killed while I helplessly

was only nine years

did I convince her to come with me? Why did I make that choice to be daring and adventurous?

beatings. I deserved the starving, I deserved

I didn’t care who heard me. My pain is punishing

how long I med I didn’t know how many tears I’ve shed over this memory of my best friend and my self-bred in the involvement of their passing. Suddenly, a powerful scent of sandalwood and ginger clouded my nose, burying in the crook of a neck. My throat burned with sobs and my sinuses sunk into

as I cry with his family picture to my chest, he expresses love.

woman

into Nero’s chest as he rubbed circles on my arm and back. It only made me

not your faul Kaya The Alpha whispered into my hair. “You didn’t kill them. It was

was!” I retorted. “It’s because of me

all the blame, Kiya. He killed them, not you. You didn’t know what would happen. Kya, you were a child. A child who wanted to have fun with her best friend. That’s all. If anyone should apologize, it should

but I said nothing “I for the longest time, believed you were responsible. Grief and anger blinded me. I lost my mother and my sister, and it hurt it hurt so bad, and I hurt you because of it. I never took your word and branded you as

years of

eyes. Goddess, I must look like an absolute mess because he

but I resisted

for others to take responsibility. I’ll never stop apologizing. I know they won’t change the past. It won’t change that I’ve raised my hand against you. But I’ll change the future for us, whatever that may be. As long as you’re here, no one will hurt you. I’ll make sure you stay safe