She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

Sebastian's POV

I didn't think Scar would agree to see me.

She shut down herself ever since the trial, wouldn't talk to anyone. Johnny Vanderbilt, Damian...even Lilith. Prison became her protecting shell and she is hiding from the world.

But when I required to see her, she agreed to the visit.

I pulled myself out of all the mess, showered for the day as if going on my pilgrimage. I had to submit everything on my before a tight security check. The emptiness inside the prison walls lowered the temperature 4 to 5 degrees than outside. So did the dead flat faces of the guards.

I followed them going deeper and deeper into this hell, failing to imagine Scar's feelings when she walked thought this knowing she wasn't coming back out.

A chill ran down my spine when that thoughts hit me.

"20 minutes," The guard warns coldly before she pulls open the heavy iron door. A loud beep bursts out as the red light on the top right corner of the door suddenly goes off at her movement.

Scar is already sitting behind the thick glass. She's the only soul in the room.

I don't know if she could hear me, but she didn't make any indication of that sort even if she did.

Until I sit down in front of her.

She is not the mess I thought she would be.

She cut her long hair short all the way to her ears, attracting more attention to her collar bone. Pretty, but fragile. She lost a lot of blood giving birth to Alice, losing a ton of weight after that. The few days when she rejected food leaves her face pale, and the suffering of the past days left a dark shade under her eyes.

But she keeps herself clean, and in her eyes, I find something serene.

I pick up the phone and press it to my ear, dying to hear her voice even if it's a string of cursing.

She watches me, expressionless.

"Scar?" I ask. I have so much to tell her. I have so much to say to her. I have made progress on Ava's case; Lilith broke up with Damian Vanderbilt; or maybe, Alice's condition. Anything, to stop her from burning in the hell that traps her.

The clock is ticking. Every click is a stab on my heart. "Scar!" I press my hand on the glass, trying to get her attention when she appears to not even see me. My throat clenches when the dreadful thoughts hit me: Maybe Scar agreed to see me just to make me sit through the silent 20 minutes as a punishment.

How's that even a proper punishment?! "If you want revenge, take it! But please, don't-"

Scar suddenly moves. She blinks, sees me before she reaches over the phone slowly and puts it to her ears. As if she just noticed me.

"Scar! -"

"Sebastian, you love Ava, don't you?" Scar starts calmly, as if giving a speech she has been preparing for a long time.

"I don't, I do not love her. I know you are upset at me, but punishing yourself is not the right way to—"

"Punishing myself?" Scar laughs lightly, shaking her head, "For what? You?"

I purse my lips, embarrassment of presumption taking ahold of me.

"I'm in a prison, because I wanted to take a life. Simple as that." Scar says, her voice so light as if it's coming from the other world, "We are all adults, Sebastian, and we need to pay for our actions." This is it.

"You want to see me paying for my actions?" I dare her, "Take back your guilty plea and appeal. I don't think you can punish me when you are locked up in there."

"I don't know. Let's see," Scar smiles,

ever so luringly, almost as if she is genuinely happy, "You don't love Ava anymore sure, but you loved her no? You loved her for ten, long years. I actually thought your love for that little girl would never die... would it?"

It died. It died after the light disappeared from Ava's eyes. It died when I fell for Scar.

"I saw Ava as a little sister that needed protection. I didn't know what love was, Scar, please!" I beg her, but my words are not reaching her.

"You didn't know what love was? You pushed me into the ground because she shed a few tears in your arms; you left me right after taking a vow on the alter to catch the next plane to her. But you didn't know what love was." I gulp, feeling a knife cutting into my throat so hard that I can't utter anything.

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Scar laughs again. Again that sarcastic, cold laugh.

"You are not sorry, not yet," Scar smiles like an angel, saying lines of the devil, "You let a vicious snake into your house, and let her bite the little girl you wanted to protect You let the snake kill the baby of your little girl, and you put the girl you have sworn to protect in jail for the snake's lie."

"Scar...?" I hear my voice shaking, blood draining from my face, "What are you—"

"You heard me right," Scar puts away her smite, uttering my final sentencing with a voice imbalancedly light, "You saved me in those woods that day, not Ava. And for that, I loved you for ten years. You married the little girl you loved, and you killed her with your own hands. End of story."

"Scar!" Sanity has abandoned me, all I could do is to shout in desperation, hitting the class as if that can stop myself from falling into hell.

But it can't. It can't even stop Scar from hanging up the phone, taking my heart into the hell with her.