"People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within."
- Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
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E t e r n a l | T w i l i g h t
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For a time, there was only that silence.
And then...
‘...Are you in there, Julia?
Cause I can hear you.'
"Evelina... God, I'm so... Sorry... So sorry..."
'....Why are you sorry?... You didn't do anything. It was all my fault. Stop beating yourself up over me. Even now. Just stop. I never blamed you. I never looked for you to fix anything. I DIDN'T need you to fix my life. This is just... What I do...'
"It's cold out here... It's really cold... Eve, God... Evie, I'm-I'm hurt."
'I know... Bleeding... Everywhere. I couldn't do anything. I tried... You know I did.'
"I'm hurt really bad... I don't want to die out here."
'It doesn't make any sense... I was so confused... Why were you there? Why did it hit you? I should have been hurt. I should have been-'
"...Eve... Don't... Leave me. Don't... I'm... Really..."
'....No. Don't say that... We were going to get out of here, remember? One day... And we'd remember together... You'd help me... Remember...'
"I'm... so sorry... Evelina... I'm..."
'...I never wanted you involved, Julia... I never meant...'
"...I'm... We're... Friends... Sisters, always... R... Right..."
'No, stop, don't... Always... Yes, always...'
"....Evelina..."
'This is wrong.'
"..."
'This isn't what happened. You were all I had in this fucking world.'
"..."
'I DIDN'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU!'
"Evelina Maruska, wake up."
Everything went black. Her chest ached. Her legs ached. Her eyes were sore, and tired and red. Her lips were raw. Every inch of her body was rocked to the very core by reality. Every secret, every dark nuance of her soul was exposed, and it hurt. It hurt more than anything. A realization unlike any other tore into her head on, and it sunk it. And this time it stayed. She was humiliated and alone.
The fluorescent light in the room flickered intermittently, illuminating the small, dark room every few seconds with a gentle, sapphire glow. The walls were a dark concrete cobalt, the floor an assembly of steel paneling that quilted in a different pattern every couple of feet. The cheaply assembled flooring was moist, for the sink at the far end was cracked, dripping forth water against its rusting surface. The water in the sink suddenly stopped running, as the dark haired woman stood doubled over, water running down the surface of her face and dripping against the porcelain. She breathed heavily, bent over and opening her eyes slightly, looking sideways at the strands of hair dark hair hanging from her head, dripping water periodically into the sink.
For a moment, she didn’t move. She just thought, and soon after that, she ceased thinking. Her eyes just stared intently at the water running down into the drain and her eyes closed, almost painfully.
The dark haired woman’s fingers gripped at the shoddily made sink, wanting to break it, wanting to break something. Her hands suddenly, slowly, began to slip from it, and she slid down to her knees. Evelina Maruska began to cry silently in the dark, her hands hanging from the edge of the porcelain basin.
'...I let her die...'
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