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As Enderian sat on her throne, she got a buzz from her communicator and silently hoped it was from Isla. Once she checked the notification, she was shocked to see
"I'm sorry, who are you?" by Isla. Enderian quickly teleported to Isla and started speaking.
"You don't remember me, my love?" Enderian spoke in a small voice, which highly contrasts her usual stern content.
"I don't know you," Isla replied with a combined tone of confusion and fear; she had no idea who this tall and frightening woman was before her. She didn't know this woman or anyone else for that matter, who even was she...? Isla had forgotten everyone: her partners, children, family, friends... and herself. Isla was a damsel in distress, which made her mad, but doesn't even know why.
Enderian felt her whole world crumble around her, and it ached her heart to know her Orchid had forgotten her.
"You're my wife, please!" Enderian begged, getting onto her knees in front of Isla.
"I'm not dating, let alone married to someone." Isla looked down at Enderian with fear in her eyes and tried to step away, but Enderian didn't stop her; she didn't want to make her any more afraid.
"But me, Perix and Soul...?" Enderian choked out in sobs as she started openly crying.
"Please just leave." Isla talked in her usual calm voice, but it made Enderian's heart drop.
Enderian teleported to her room and dropped onto her bed, crying into her pillows.
"Why is it always me? Why am I cursed by the Primordials...?" She spoke as if she wanted one of her parents to answer, but it was complete silence. All it was was a painful silence, almost a loud silence which hurt Enderian's heart more and more.
Would she lose Perix next? Would Rae start hating her again? Would Netherum betray her? Who else did she love she would lose? Why her? Who cursed her with this pain? Would she get hurt again, and again, and again, and again until she had no one to love in any way possible?