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

much 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

out hoping to touch an ember of warmth, only to be met with a blade of deep–seated

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

throat closing up and bile rising to my throat. Tears continue to bucket 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 took away the

person to see his for and

nine

it got stuffed out. Why did I convince her to come with me? Why did I make that choice to be daring and adventurous? Why did I do that?

beatings. I deserved

my bare knes. I cconised into sobs of regret and remorse. I didn’t care who heard me. My pain

passing. Suddenly, a powerful scent of sandalwood and ginger clouded my nose, burying in the crook of

with his family picture to my chest, he expresses love. Concern, Care. All for

woman

To so sty_“I walked into Nero’s chest as he rubbed circles on my arm and back. It only made me cry

“You didn’t kill

was!” I retorted. “It’s because

innocent people! He’s the rightful recipient of all the blame, Kiya. He killed them, not you. You didn’t know what would

your word and branded you as a murderer. If Kwame hadn’t slapped me in the face with evidence,

of

look into my red, puffy eyes. Goddess, I must look like an absolute mess because

but I resisted

know they won’t change the past. It won’t change