I… still…

ㅤ "So, are you still happy you saved me!?" Agria punched Leia in the stomach with all her might, venting all the pent-up emotions the world and everyone in it evoked in her. The nasty girl who suffocated her with her forced kindness disgusted her more than anyone else. Lifting Leia by the hair, Agria pushed her forward, mocking her ridiculous attempt to stay on her feet. She managed to do so, but only thanks to the tree trunk "offering a shoulder". Leia was breathing heavily, staring down with a vacant gaze, seeing nothing but dark spots. Gritting her teeth, Agria frowned: Leia still didn't feel a drop of the desired hatred. Destroy… Agria wanted to destroy her, to grind her into dust emotionally. Force her to admit she was just like everyone else, caring only for herself. Taking a thicker stick, Agria advanced on Leia. She struck her first behind the knees, then across the back, knocking her to the ground. She struck her several more times, as if trying to break her spine, and then kicked her in the stomach, flipping her onto her back. She threw the stick aside and took up the sword. "No one will ever want you! No one will need you! What will your beloved gerontophile say when he can't recognize the disfigured you!?" Through pain and tears, Leia fought back harder, moaning with impotence through her bloodied mouth, but her attempts were futile. Agria inflicted deep cut after cut, taunting her, roaring with laughter. With the hilt of her sword, she knocked out all her front teeth and broke her nose. She spat and rubbed the earth, filling the fresh wounds with dirt. Agria tormented her again and again, showering her with insults and laughing madly. Until she grew tired of it. "Well?" Agria stood, holding her head high: proud of her work, as if it were a work of twisted art. Her voice was venomous and arrogant. "Still happy?" Wheezing, coughing up blood, Leia reached for Agria's leg with a trembling hand. She grabbed it intangibly: she couldn’t squeeze it anymore. A semblance of a smile distorted her face. Barely audible, indistinctly she croaked: "I… still… forgive you…" Agria began to shake. From her words. From her smile. From her very existence. "The grave won't fix you! Just die already!" She raised her sword, wanting to pierce the "girl's" chest, like a vampire. But at that moment, a spear pierced her heart from behind. Agria didn't die immediately, managing to turn her head to catch a glimpse of the stranger in spirit form. Between the dark spots, Leia saw another version of herself behind the "savior", and locked eyes with her. Frightened and stunned, as if she'd forgotten how to breathe. Jude stood frozen next to her, in the same state, but he came to his senses first, turning his friend away from the staggeringly cruel scene, hugging her and uttering soothing, distracting words. This was the last thing Leia saw before her world shattered into pieces and vanished. Along with her and her pain… ㅤ