CHAPTER 350: Each Of Their Darkness 4

"Why? Why? Why? WHY?!?!"

The reflection shouted looking at Stormie.

Stormie smiled, "Why you asked? Why am I fine even with all the things you showed me? Why am I fine even though I watched my younger self become obsessed with an older man?"

She laughed and shook her head, "It is because the moment I found out about this. On that day that I saw that vision. Yes I was hurt. But I also realized then I was young, I was naive. All I believe was what was visible in my eyes."

The reflection started shaking its head.

It showed so many things about Stormie but none of it affected her heart.

Despite the darkness lurking inside it, it remained there.

Stagnant, as if showing that everyone has darkness, it was simply up to that person how to handle it.

"You ask me why am I fine despite everything you said about Nixon? Despite telling me that I am a bad person who hurted Felix?"

Stormie laughed, the more she watched Saphira in the past. The more she sees how Saphira goes on with her life no matter what she encounters.

The more she knows that Saphira accepted every possible blame or hatred even though she did not deserve it.

The more that she found out that Saphira was also hating them in return.

The more she understands Saphira as a person, the more she knew what she needs to do as a person as well.

Not to be like Saphira.

Because there are no two people who are exactly alike in everything, even if they are twins.

But instead, all she needed to do was to see herself clearly. See the people around her clearly.

Know her own emotions and accept them as a part of her.

And that allowed her to face her own darkness without a hint of falling prey to it.

"Felix is a fine young man. But my heart didn't beat for him. You can learn how to love, you can accept others slowly and fall for them. But I didn't, that's just it. I didn't fall for him so who am I to accept him without having feelings for him? Who am I to hurt him more by being with him when I don't love him at all? Who am I to hinder him from falling in love with other people by not letting him give up earlier? Who are we to do that?"

The reflection's face dropped even more.

It knew it is no match to this person in front of it.

"You told me that Nixon will surely succumb to his darkness and I wouldn't be able to save him? If my love was not enough to save him then what else am I supposed to do? I can't always be there for him but I left him with all my love and all the words I could give."

She waved her hand and wind tornado appeared pulling the reflection from where it was standing.

"But if I accept here that he will succumb to his darkness then what were all those words for? Didn't that mean that everything were empty words? And they're not. Because I trust him, I trust that all my words had reached him. No matter how much we won't be able to see each other, I will always trust him with all the trust that I could give. That he will not succumb to his darkness and that he will return to me."

The tornado crushed the reflection and Stormie sighed in relief. She smiled before looking up at the darkness.

Ridge was surrounded by mist of his own potions and poisons.

Everything that was in him was scattered all over the place.

"All of this are nothing but trash, you can never save anyone with that. You are always slow, you can't support them properly at all."

Ridge had seen all of the times that his potions does not work.

He had seen all the times that his poison couldn't help.

And with his weak physique, he can barely support them.

He always had this feeling that he was the weak link within their group. He was always the one being carried by them.

But to the reflection's surprise, Ridge actually started laughing.

"Are they so weak as to actually need all of this?" he asked the refelction looking at the scattered potions and poisons.

"I am the weakest yes. The weak link within the group but despite all that, didn't they trust me with their lives once things settle down?"

"Those are all lies."

Ridge laughed again, "Look at you trying to fight like a child."

He looked at the reflection helplessly, "What if I am weak? What if I am slow? What of it? They all may be ahead but they still stops and waits for me."

"They will get tired of waiting for you."

Ridge shrugged, "Yeah, but when that time comes, all I have to do is to be the one rushing towards them instead. I will be the one running after them without the need for them to wait any longer."

The reflection wanted to argue more but Ridge allowed the mist from the poisons to surround his hand before pushing it to the reflection.

"Even if you are weak now, it doesn't mean it will remain that way forever. I had been doing my everything as well. Improving here and there, trying new things, developing old things. It doesn't matter if I am weak now because I know and I trust myself that I can overcome everything. Because they did. All this time they trusted in my capabilities. And in turn I will answer them with my own hardwork."

Watching the reflection, slowly disappearing due to his potions, Ridge chuckled with a shake of his head.

If this was the past, he would have succumbed to this darkness already, feeling lacking despite everything.

But their bonds has become stronger.

Their feelings for one another became even more clear as they spent time together.

So with all the unending support they gave him, how can he repay them with him giving up on himself?

No way.

He will only repay them with the same trust in himself as they gave him.

With that thought, he looked up in the darkness with a smile.