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

as I could so I didn’t selfishly have to feel the searing pain. accompanied by their arrival. Nuria’s 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 she’s standing in front of

met with a blade of deep–seated guilt slicing through my palm. It

actions that day. I wish I was buried in the cemetery while. she and her mother lived their best lives. Perhaps Luna Essie would have

down my eyes, burning my cheeks with their searing heat. Why do I deserve this life? These avatar powers? This status as a warrior? How do I deserve any of this when I

the knowledge that I’m the last person to see his for and

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

it. I deserved everything. I deserved the beatings. I deserved the starving, I

my bare knes. I cconised into sobs of regret and remorse. I didn’t care who heard me. My pain is punishing me for a decade–old sin, and I deserved it. I deserved every

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 Neron’s scent as

his family picture to my chest, he

woman

circles on my arm and back. It only

faul Kaya The Alpha whispered into my hair. “You didn’t kill

“It’s because of me Nuria’s

fault is on my uncle and his jealous rage! He lost his ways and took it out on two innocent people! He’s the rightful recipient of all the blame, Kiya. He killed them, not you. You didn’t know what would happen.

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 a murderer. If Kwame hadn’t slapped me in the face with evidence, and if I didn’t hear it from the mouth of my wretched uncle, I wouldn’t have believed it. I wouldn’t have believed your innocence,

of

mess because he has tears beginning to fall on his handsome face. The urge to

but I

I’m sorry that you had to carry this weight for so long, waiting 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 up