#pierced

There was a time when I thought I was the only one who knew you the best. You used to tell me everything. There was no one else you would talk to like that. But with time even that changed. We
drifted apart and started living our own lives. We completely lost touch but we never gave up writing about each other. That was our thing.

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Even though we no longer knew about each other's circle and we grew up with a different set of friends and colleagues that eventually became our family, I never walked out on you completely. You started confiding in them. Your timeline was so colorful and I for one was happy for you. I was however still me, my circle grew but I never found another person I could trust with my secrets.

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I recall when we continued talking once more, It was not the same. We never talked for continuously. It was just when something momentous used to happen that we would return to the conversation window.

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Destiny was however kind and we started talking again as if we never really stopped. We talked about everything for days. Well for the most part you talked and I tuned in but I used to love it. I
adored the manner in which you opened up once more. It lead me to realise how much I have missed out on. You asked me things and said you nearly don't remember me any longer. You said you wish you were a part of this journey. I wished so too. I SWEAR.

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I remember on something very small, you told me "individuals who know me, knows" and that line pierced right through my heart. I was no longer the person who knew you. It was the first time it dawned on me as to how many years have actually passed since the last time we're this involved in each other's life.

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I MENATLLY GAVE UP ON YOU THAT DAY. I realized who is now the one who knows you the best. But as I had held onto you for so long, I was unable to do it IRL.
I am still unable to. You were once my best friend and that's how I chose to remember you. Irrespective of where we stand today. I cannot forget you :)))))))

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The shining silver rapier snapped in half, one part of it stayed pierced through the Theuthida demon’s chest, or whatever that part of his body could be referred as, while the other fell to the group, slipping out of its holders grip. The ‘C’ on its handle, representing the consul family, splashed with blood and dirt, just as his previous clothes, which he will most likely mourn after the battle. Matthew’s hands were slightly shaking, his dark green eyes scanned the alley, looking for James. Something was utterly WRONG, he could feel his parabatai slipping away. He pulled out the seraph blade, his hands steadying. ❝Batariel!❞ The blade slighted up and the Theuthida demon moved backwards, closer to the Thames, from where he had raised. Matthew used this opportunity to flee the fight and dart toward James. He could see his parabatai at the far end of the alley, he blurred out around the edges, and the sinking feeling in the Matthew’s gut only heightened. Surely one might argue, it was the low-quality brandy that was in his system, but he did know better. He has been just couple meters away, when something jerked him away. One of the Theuthida demon’s tentacles had wrapped around his waist, dragging him toward the river with inhuman speed. It was just a matter of seconds till the ice-cold water of Thames pierces Matthew as knives and then everything blacked out.
When Matthew came back to his conscious he was no longer in the river, nor he was at the shore of the Thames, nor home, not Devil’s tavern. The young Nephilim pulled himself upwards, he was standing on the threshold of a marvelous cathedral, he recognized it from the drawings as the New York Institute, despite the fact he had never been there before.

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