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"Violet Shade." I repeated when I saw the look in his eyes. It was like he didn't hear me but... His eyes told me something else. It looked like...hope? Maybe. I couldn't tell.
"Your name is Violet?" the masked man asked again and I repeated.
"Yes,"
"How old are you?" he asked another question. Why did he want to know all this? Who was he..?
"Why do you ask?" I returned the question. And that emotion in his eyes... It seemed to increase with each second.
"You have your own will?"
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My.. Own.. Will..? I had my own will?
Didn't I?
I did.
Right..?
I felt my eyes open wide, breaths getting faster and faster every second. Why did this scare me this much?
"What the fuck are you talking about!?"
I yelled at him. Why did...
I was shaking, like an earthquake. I was shaking like my body wanted to destroy me.
I have my own fucking will!
No matter what he says!
I won't become his fucking puppet!
"I won't become your fucking puppet!"
He put his hands on my shoulders and held me tightly as if to prevent me from running away.
"Violet, listen to me. You are not near him anymore."
He wiped the tears from my eyes with his gloved hand. Was I crying? Why?
"You are safe with us, we got you back. You are not what he made you. You are what you were."
That look.
Those eyes.
I remember him.
I do.
From a long time ago.
But it was actually not that long of a time.
"Riley?" It was him.
It had to be him.
Please, tell me it is you.
Tell me that I am not wrong.
Tell me that I am back home.
"You're still using last names?" He smiled. I can swear he was smiling under the mask. It is him.
Tears fell from my eyes. This time willingly, with my own will. Not someone's. And I cried like I've never cried before. Like a pet that has found its way home. But I wasn't a pet.
I wasn't something.
I had a name.
I was human.
"I missed you so much, Simon."
"I missed you too Vi."
He slowly and carefully wrapped his arms around me. If I remember correctly, I knew that he wouldn't hug everyone, and if what I remember was correct, I wouldn't hug him too much because I knew that. But this time, neither my past nor my future could control me.
When I tried to hug him I realized I was still tied. But I wasn't even in a position to think about it at that moment. I just leaned towards him and rested my head on his chest.
I cried. I cried like it was my end.
I'm not someone who cries that much.
And he just stood there, he waited me. He waited for me to finish crying. To calm down. And I continued crying.
I'm sorry.
I should have known better.
I should have known this would end like this.
I shouldn't have gone there that day. I shouldn't have left you alone.
I shouldn't have let any of you alone.
But I was too...weak.
I couldn't get up.
I couldn't fight.
I couldn't think.
"Özür dilerim. Gerçekten özür dilerim.." (I'm sorry. I'm really sorry...) I said as I cried out. And I think I kept saying that until he tilted my head with his hand.
"It wasn't your fault." He tried to calm me down.
"I should have resisted him." I answered.
"You couldn't have known he would be there for you."