His eyes went to the bloodstained windows. Percival's lips trembled as he watched her walk away. Then he took bold steps, water splashing with each large stride and grabbed Lucy's wrist.
"Wait." He wanted to let her go, to watch her, but it's been days now. The pain in his heart grew each time he knew she suffered alone.
With his own eyes, he could see her mental health slipping.
Maybe… It was time to confront her. To face this once and for all.
"Let's talk."
"No." Lucy's reply was sharp.
"Lucy, be reasonable!" His voice went a few notches higher.
"I…m trying. I've been trying!" She pulled her wrist off his grip, staring into his eyes.
"I've tried, Percival. I've tried to be better but I just can't." Her breathing became ragged, her eyes grew red and moist. "Do you know how many times I've spoken to myself to feel better, to be happy but it doesn't work. I'm constantly in a battle with myself! Why was I born like this when you all seem to have it all together."
