Chapter 19
The Reckoning
The city exhaled a damp, metallic breath, the kind that clung to your lungs and whispered of rain that never quite broke. It was a night that tasted of ozone and old blood, a perfect backdrop for the unraveling. I stood on the rooftop, the wind whipping my coat around my legs, a familiar ache settling deep in my bones. It wasn't just the cold, it was the weight of it all. Every choice, every life taken, every whispered promise turned to ash. The city lights below, a glittering, indifferent sea, seemed to mock the chaos I’d sown.
Jazzy was a shadow at my back, her presence a warm ember against the gnawing chill. "You shouldn't be out here, Blue," she murmured, her voice low, laced with that worry I’d grown to both cherish and resent.
I didn’t turn. "Where else would I be, Jazzy? Watching the world burn from a distance?" I let out a breath, a plume of white against the bruised sky. "It’s all coming to a head, you feel it too, right?"
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