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Katanya jumped, unafraid to face the great unknown. She jumped to meet the fierce rushing water beneath her and let her miserable life be swept away by the current. She jumped to drown in the uncertainty that had governed the sixteen years of her life.
Katanya threw herself into the water after waving a silent goodbye to Ronan. Oh, Ronan, the one she loved, the one she had betrayed, who could never love her now. He sent her over the edge. He drove her to madness. For the first time in Katanya's life, she had known love. It hurt worse than any blow, any wound. He could not love her, and so she had nothing left to live for. It was time to jump. She let go.
Much to her dismay, Katanya was not alone on the top of the cliff. As she jumped, hands grabbed her wrists and held firmly, refusing, despite her struggles, to let go. Katanya had no choice but to remain at the precipice's peak. Her face was hot with shame; it was not an unfamiliar feeling. For the first time, she looked upon her savior. Katanya's look of humiliation was quickly replaced by shock. "You," she whispered, disbelieving. Lily, her hated rival, kept her alive.
"Why?" said Lily softly, her voice lacking its usual edge. "Why, Katanya?"
It was the first time Katanya heard Lily say her name without a hint of contempt. She responded truthfully. "I don't deserve to live."
Lily's wide grey eyes seemed to glisten as if she would cry. She blinked, and her eyes were no longer so unusual. "How could you even think of abandoning us now? You're our greatest fighter, Katanya! What got into you?"
Katanya was angry now. Lily could never understand what it was like to live in fear, to endure so much suffering. Lily knew love. "I betrayed him. I betrayed him, Lily! And he knows. Why would he – why would anyone – love me? I'm so stupid, so weak, so ugly . . . a coward!"
"You may not have been schooled. But your fighting strategy is brilliant," Lily replied matter-of-factly. "I said it before and I'll say it again now – you are our greatest warrior. Ronan does love you. He's crazy about you. He doesn't blame you, Katanya. It was never your fault. Please see that." She turned away as if to leave.
"Wait! Lily!" Katanya cried out. Her vivid blue eyes stared back at Lily. "I'm sorry. About everything. Forgive me. P-please . . ."
Lily gave a small smile. "Apology accepted."
Katanya threw herself into the water after waving a silent goodbye to Ronan. Oh, Ronan, the one she loved, the one she had betrayed, who could never love her now. He sent her over the edge. He drove her to madness. For the first time in Katanya's life, she had known love. It hurt worse than any blow, any wound. He could not love her, and so she had nothing left to live for. It was time to jump. She let go.
Much to her dismay, Katanya was not alone on the top of the cliff. As she jumped, hands grabbed her wrists and held firmly, refusing, despite her struggles, to let go. Katanya had no choice but to remain at the precipice's peak. Her face was hot with shame; it was not an unfamiliar feeling. For the first time, she looked upon her savior. Katanya's look of humiliation was quickly replaced by shock. "You," she whispered, disbelieving. Lily, her hated rival, kept her alive.
"Why?" said Lily softly, her voice lacking its usual edge. "Why, Katanya?"
It was the first time Katanya heard Lily say her name without a hint of contempt. She responded truthfully. "I don't deserve to live."
Lily's wide grey eyes seemed to glisten as if she would cry. She blinked, and her eyes were no longer so unusual. "How could you even think of abandoning us now? You're our greatest fighter, Katanya! What got into you?"
Katanya was angry now. Lily could never understand what it was like to live in fear, to endure so much suffering. Lily knew love. "I betrayed him. I betrayed him, Lily! And he knows. Why would he – why would anyone – love me? I'm so stupid, so weak, so ugly . . . a coward!"
"You may not have been schooled. But your fighting strategy is brilliant," Lily replied matter-of-factly. "I said it before and I'll say it again now – you are our greatest warrior. Ronan does love you. He's crazy about you. He doesn't blame you, Katanya. It was never your fault. Please see that." She turned away as if to leave.
"Wait! Lily!" Katanya cried out. Her vivid blue eyes stared back at Lily. "I'm sorry. About everything. Forgive me. P-please . . ."
Lily gave a small smile. "Apology accepted."
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