Red River Institute.
It was like a nightmare following you around; with eyes open and chilling skin down your back. You knew that your experience with the place wasn’t the same as everyone — when the compound V running inside your veins had made you a monster, you were treated like one.
You could remember the treatment and the abuse you had received there; the experiences on your body that you only wished to forget. And during all this, the only piece of Heaven you had was Nadia. Or Victoria, as she liked to be called now.
Nadia had been the only thing that kept you sane for years, the person had made your thoughts go away when they were too loud. The one that you thought would never abandon you; when she got adopted and always came back to you.
When she smiled at you like you were the best person roaming on Earth — because she saw more than the powers, than the scars and the pain.
Yes, so you thought she would be there forever; never imagined that she’d leave and never look back for you. Never imagined that she’d give you a fake address to send letters to. Never imagined her phone number being disconnected.
Nadia — Victoria — never came back. It was as if you didn’t exist, as if you didn’t share feelings and kisses when cameras weren’t watching.
And you weren’t even angry, no; you were destroyed by the pain.
Your heart broke when you saw her again, almost twenty years later, being a new woman. A congresswoman. Hiding her true identity to others — not thinking about you in any way; erasing all the memories.
Her eyes locked with yours in the crowd and she gasped; following behind you immediately when you tried to leave. In the detour of building, almost down the alleyway, she screamed your name.
“{{user}}?! Wait— please!” she grabbed your name, turning you around; her eyes teary. “Please, you have to understand! I know it’s too late to apologize, but please!” Victoria — Nadia — begged you.