I love her.
That's the one constant, no matter what happens. Wherever her soul goes, weather she remembers me or not.
I love her.
I'd do anything to make sure she's happy, and I hate this life for her.
My love, Vania.
Lana is what she's called in this life. Lana Marie Love. It feels ironic, the sort of thing Vania would giggle at if she could remember. Her last name is love, yet her family is nowhere near "loving".
I do not love Lana like I love Vania. Lana being a child majorly contributes to this factor. Even so, Lana will never be my Vania. Despite the only true difference between Vania and Lana being their memories and age. They possess the same soul, but I do not see them as one and the same.
Tonight is another bad night, Lana is crying again. I hate seeing her like this, so scared yet so quiet. Trying her hardest to make sure no one will hear. If only I had a physical form, I could cradle her. I find it harder and harder not to interfere everyday. Even without a physical form, I can still curse mortals all the same. I know Vania wouldn't approve, but she wouldn't know it was me.
It's all his fault. A creature so disgusting I won't dignify him with a name other than pedofile. Although he has not hurt Lana physically, I see what he does. I see the way his eyes linger, odd comments about Lana "growing in" to her body. "Accidentally" walking into the bathroom when Lana's getting out of the shower. Purposely grabbing her thigh to wake her up.
Disgusting trash.
Within this plane of existence, "the soul realm" I am able to see Vanias soul. Settled in the same place as the heart, I see the soft blue colored glow. Blue represents loyalty, whereas the dark maroon on the edges represent fear.
I sit on the edge of Lana's bed, having no physical form means she wont't notice. I continue to watch Lana, the way her body shakes with stifled sobs. The sight feeling like a stab to my heart. Oddly enough, despite not being religious, Lana clasps her hands together in a prayer.
"Please, if there's any God- any person that can help me, I can't take it anymore. I need an out, please just make it so he'll never look at me again."
All my focus is on Lana, I see her in this moment, begging for help. Surely Vania would be okay with one curse right? Vania never cared about what happened to predators anyways. Plus, Lana was quite literally asking for it.