Imprinted Years

“Abre, you…” Jessica pauses, looking down to her hands impatiently, almost as if she expects them to speak for her.

The words are too painful.

Too precious.

Too breakable.

And this Abre is like glass.

So obsessive that it lead to her to pain.

So precious that it lead her to break.

So breakable that it lead her to lie.

To live that lie each and every day.

I own that name, Abre.

And with that, I own each and every dishonest part of me.

Which I can no longer use as my armour…

“You’re rare.”

I knew that.

I’ve known that for some time now. The daughter of an Asgardian/frost giant must make me so, right?

Or is it just… me?

Not my family.

Not my name.

Just the person that I am and the heart that lead me to this place.

To these people.

To my home.
I still question why it is that I’m rare, but at least now I know for sure that I am.

“Do you know what that means, Abre?”

The words are spoken too carefully, as if both Jessica and Benedict are afraid of me breaking down or something.

So I just nod.

As if I know.

As if I know what I really know.

As if I can tell lies from truths.

But none of that is true for me.

I don’t know really what it is I know and what lies are lies and what truths are truths.

All I know is that they’re now moulded into one.

And it hurts my head to try and tear them apart.

So I leave them, bound into one, and try to get on with life.

They are like atoms. Bound together like solid iron. The way Jessica and I should be.

The way Benedict and I were.

The way we all can never be again.

Or so I think…

“Rare… Pure.” Benedict says this as if I understand, but how can I?

“You don’t get it, do you?” Jessica asks me again.

“No, I don’t. Please, explain.”

“Your mother was an Asgardian and your father, a frost giant, naturally.”

She says this as if it is factual, which, I guess it is really.

I still find it hard understanding that I know what my mother was.

But I may never know who she was and why she isn’t here to tell me.

“Your genes are… to put it in extremely simple terms, unusual.” She takes a breath slowly and evenly and purses her lips, as if she’s done, but then she continues. “I’m worried about you Abre.”

“Jess, get back to the point.” Benedict orders too sternly, which makes me shiver; knowing him to be so anxious makes my blood turn ice cold.

“Fine!” She hisses back, taking my hand in hers suddenly.
Now I am beyond afraid.

I am stupefied.

“If you stay on our planet…” Tears begin to stream from her beautiful, emerald eyes and I wonder why she is crying.

She never cries.

Not to me.

“You will die.”

The words are too sudden, too unexpected. I realise, that once again, I’ve broken away from her in the last moment.

I feel light-headed.

Faint.

I feel carefree, yet broken.

Caring about nothing other than what my ears just registered.

If I stay here…

I die.

And with that, I break.

Seeing Jessica’s face before me seconds prior to my fall.

I remember us as children once again.

So innocent and carefree.

So unbroken.

So beautiful.

So long ago.

And as my head crashes against the concrete flooring, my ability to see the world around me vanishes.

With it, so does the memory of us.

Me and my saviour.

Sleeping forever.

Never as lucky as my father…