Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]
Chapter 253: The Rift Between Us

Chapter 253: The Rift Between Us

Seraphina’s POV

The moment I moved further into the old classroom, my eyes flickered between Yuna and Yura, and the tension in the room was so bad that it was more than enough to suffocate me.

I had expected to meet Yuna alone, to have a conversation that was long overdue, but instead, I was faced with her twin sister, who was glaring at me like I was the dirt beneath her shoes.

Suppressing the frustration bubbling inside me, I took a deep breath and crossed my arms. Stay calm, Seraphina.

"What is Yura doing here?" I asked, keeping my voice level. My gaze landed on Yuna. "I thought we were supposed to talk alone."

Before Yuna could respond, Yura scoffed loudly, folding her arms across her chest. Her blue eyes were filled with so much contempt that it made my stomach twist.

"Don’t worry," she spat. "I don’t want to be here either. Trust me, the last thing I want is to waste my time in the same room as a disgusting bitch like you."

Her words hit me like a slap.

Disgusting? Bitch? But why?

I barely even spoke to Yura before Yuna’s suspension, so why was she acting like I had personally wronged her?

I barely had time to process her words before she turned to Yuna. "Good luck dealing with this one," she muttered before storming past me. As she did, her shoulder rammed into mine, hard enough to make me stumble slightly.

I remained frozen in place, my mind struggling to catch up with what just happened.

What the hell?

I had expected the anger from Yuna, but from Yura? It just didn’t make sense.

I turned back to Yuna, my confusion evident on my face. "What is going on? Why is Yura acting like that? What did I do to her?"

Yuna let out an exasperated sigh before shrugging, her expression blank. "Did you forget that Yura is my twin? Of course, she’d be mad at anyone who hurt me."

I blinked at her words, stunned. "I didn’t hurt you, Yuna. I just... I just didn’t reach out as much as I should have after your suspension."

I watched as a slow, humorless smile crept onto Yuna’s lips. "And that’s exactly the problem, Seraphina. You keep forgetting something else that’s even more important than that."

I furrowed my brows, trying to piece together everything Yuna was saying. The bitterness in her tone, the way her hands clenched into fists at her sides—it was clear that this wasn’t just about me not reaching out after her suspension.

"Is this also about the fact that I’m close to Electra?" I finally asked, my voice careful, almost hesitant.

Yuna’s face twisted into something resembling disgust. "Of course, that’s a problem," she snapped, folding her arms across her chest. "It’s not just a problem—it’s the problem."

Her words hit me hard, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Yuna—"

"Don’t," she interrupted, shaking her head. "You really don’t get it, do you?"

I remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

"Do you even remember why I got suspended in the first place?" she asked, her eyes burning into mine.

Of course, I remembered. How could I not?

"It was because of what happened when Electra had you poisoned with something that made you lose control," I murmured.

Yuna let out a humorless laugh. "Exactly. If that venom hadn’t messed with me, my other side—the side I have fought my entire life to control—wouldn’t have come out the way it did."

I frowned. I had never really thought about it from her perspective, or maybe I did, but over the last weeks, I’d forgotten. Yuna wasn’t just punished for losing control—she was punished for something that she had spent years desperately keeping buried.

"Do you know how long it took me to calm down, Seraphina?" she continued, her voice eerily soft now. "Even after they dragged me back to my kingdom, even after I was locked away to make sure I wouldn’t lash out again? It took days. Days of feeling like I was losing myself. Like I was becoming the very thing I was always afraid of."

I felt my stomach churn. "Yuna..."

She shook her head, cutting me off again. "And after all that—after all the humiliation of being suspended, of losing control in front of everyone—what do I come back to? I come back to find out that my so-called best friend is in a relationship with the very person responsible for all of it."

I had no words. Because how could I deny that?

Yuna’s anger was justified. No matter how much I cared about Electra, I couldn’t pretend that what happened to Yuna hadn’t been awful, and the worst part? I had known.

I had known from the beginning that Electra was the last person Yuna would ever want me to be around. I had known that Yuna hated her, and still, I had chosen to stay by Electra’s side, completely ignoring how that might make Yuna feel.

"So?" Yuna’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I looked up at her, confused. "So...?"

She scoffed. "You’re suddenly quiet now. What, did the cat get your tongue?"

I swallowed hard. "No. I just... I don’t know what to say."

Yuna let out a bitter chuckle. "Of course, you don’t. You never seem to know what to say when it comes to her."

I flinched. "Yuna, it’s not that simple—"

"It is that simple, Seraphina!" she snapped. "You had a choice, and you made it. You chose to start sleeping with the enemy. You chose her over me!"

I bit my lip, my chest tightening. "I didn’t choose Electra over you," I whispered.

"Didn’t you?" Yuna countered, tilting her head. "Because it sure as hell looks like you did."

I clenched my fists.

"It’s not about choosing sides," I tried to explain. "I care about you, Yuna. I do. But Electra... she’s—"

"Don’t."

Her voice was so sharp that it made me stop mid-sentence.

"Don’t you dare sit here and try to justify her to me," she said, her tone dripping with venom. "I don’t want to hear about how she’s not that bad or how she’s a changed person because I don’t care. None of that erases what she did to me. To my sister. To so many people."

I wanted to tell her that Electra wasn’t the same person she thought she was. That there was more to her than the ruthless, untouchable girl Yuna had always seen, but I knew that no matter what I said, Yuna wouldn’t listen.

And maybe she shouldn’t.

Because Electra had hurt her, and she had every right to feel the way she did. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to meet Yuna’s gaze.

"What do you want me to do, Yuna?" I asked quietly.

She blinked, looking momentarily caught off guard.

"What?"

"You’re angry at me," I continued. "And I get it. I deserve it, but what do you want me to do?"

Yuna stared at me for a long moment before letting out a dry laugh. "You’ve really become a dumb bitch, haven’t you?" she murmured in disbelief.