Luka’s POVI took out my anger on the files lying helplessly on the table, I took out my anger on my closets, I took out my anger on punching the walls, I took out my anger on anything and everything that came in my way. It didn't matter how much I punched it; no matter how hard I kicked it; all I had to do was think about the fact that she's left me again before I could even feel it.Someone else left me.It felt so good to feel something at all, as though someone else's emotions hadn' really been mine until now. My chest hurt from breathing but also from screaming so loudly, my voice sounded raw and hoarse and nothing like the smooth, rich baritone I always thought it would be.But this pain wasn't enough to keep the rest of the world away, because they were just going back inside their heads anyway, just like everything else. I'd heard that somewhere or another a person can drown themselves by drowning all their problems with too much coffee and not enough water.She didn't love me.
Emily’s POV“Hey” I turned to look at the owner of the voice, she had short black hair and a scowl. “You’re new here, are you new to town?” She asked, her dark eyes narrowed in scrutiny as if trying to figure out whether or not I was worth looking past. Her tone seemed condescending – almost rude – although I thought that it might have been just because I hadn’t spoken yet. I could feel my face heating slightly under her gaze.‘’I…yes” I mumbled meekly after taking in her outfit. She wore jeans and a green turtleneck, which looked odd in a place where it wasn’t cold out, but I couldn’t think of anything else I should be commenting on at this point.“Oh,” she muttered in reply, before continuing to stare. I didn't know who she was, everyone seemed to have gotten used to the fact that I shared the same breathing space with them even if they didn't approve but this lady in front of me who looked my age was giving me a bad vibe. The feeling only increased tenfold when another woman ap
Luka’s POV“Are you alright Alfred?” I asked after he seemed uncomfortable in the wheelchair.I had taken it upon myself to push him around the castle grounds and into the stables because I was bored and there wasn't much to do around here. It was nice having the company though. I thought it would make him happy as I was not oblivious to the sadness that hung around him like a black cloud at times.His face did not smile often either as it remained an unreadable mask with only his eyes showing that he was still alive.It hurt that I couldn't do anything for him. He was a good person so it shouldn't be this way but...it was hard to understand why. He had loved everyone and everyone loved him. He always smiled for everyone even when they weren't expecting it and even if someone didn't expect it he was still friendly towards them.That's what made him perfect.The goddess should have looked at and pitied him, she should have kept him safe. He wouldn't have been hurt. Not that it should
Emily’s POV“Why are you mopping around like a sad puppy?” Princess Carolyn’s voice cut through my thoughts with sharp, pointed accuracy. I had been standing in the same spot for over twenty minutes and I still wasn’t getting any work done. It was ridiculous. I couldn’t get it to move. In fact, I wasn’t even sure if there was something wrong with it. I stared at her, not used to the fact that even though she had just come yesterday, she was the only one apart from Luke who spoke to me like a normal person as if I wasn't some sort of plaque she could put on the shelf whenever she wanted. I didn’t know why she talked to me like that. She had no reason to do so. We were barely acquaintances. But it made me feel good anyway. A little.“What?” She scoffed when I didn't say anything.“Nothing” I mumbled, but she wasn't having any of it. She narrowed her eyes, crossed her arms over her chest, and cocked a hip to the side as if she owned everything she saw as if nothing bothered her at all.
Emily’s POVI felt energetic as my fist moved against the boxing bag , hitting it rhythmically. It felt like it was the first time I’d ever hit an object in my life, and yet, it seemed like the most natural thing to me. Like it made sense. The way my hands knew what to do without any conscious thought from the rest of my body.Did it mean I had started to get a grip on it?“You need to leave now. Your presence is beginning to irritate me” The red-haired was glaring at me, though there was no actual anger behind her eyes. Her voice sounded as if she wanted to strangle me, but that wouldn’t stop me from continuing to swing a boxing glove in her direction- if I could. “Now…” She hissed at me. She looked about ready to strangle me herself before she sighed and turned away from me. I said nothing. I was trying to catch my breath. I don't know where this energy came from, but it wasn’t going anywhere. There was something inside me that needed to release itself. It felt as if every cell in
Luka’s POVAlfred had gotten better, he could stand for a bit and talk a little. It all happened too fast and it was a miracle.The kind of miracle no one expected. But I was grateful for it and even the healer couldn't explain his fast healing process but all I could say was that maybe the goddess had decided to have mercy on me.Nothing had changed. in fact, there have been more killings in the last six months.More people who'd died by violence because of these mysterious bites from the mysterious pack we knew nothing about, it was crazy.We were all trying our best to solve the puzzle, everyone was scared to death of something they weren't yet aware of, they felt threatened, but none of us knew what or how to react. It was like this huge storm cloud hung over the land, the air had gotten thicker, and colder, and you could hear the sounds of death all over the city. And no one knew why this was happening.“Emily…” I heard Alfred say and my heart clenched at the mention of that name.
Luke’s POVThe months that followed took a tremendous turn on Sara. I watched her grow strong and I watched her stomach grow as well.She was still very much reserved and kept to herself. Sometimes I caught her looking around as if she were expecting someone to jump out and grab her. She was quiet in the mornings when we sat down to breakfast together. I’d often watch her eyes dart about while we drank coffee or talked about our plans for the day ahead. Her hands would occasionally tremble. I knew something was still off.Carolyn seemed to like her, although she'd never admit it but it was different.She was the only one who would talk to Sara freely in front of me without having me blurt out some inappropriate comment or make some joke at her expense. It seemed like I was always the last one to know anything, even though they did tell me things. It's not like they needed any prompting from me; I just liked to listen, you know? And maybe learn a little more about…“Aren't you going
Emily’s POVHow does one explain six months without the one they love? I was struggling to find the words to describe it, even as I struggled not to cry from thinking about it. The past months had been a whirlwind of activity that left me little time to think, let alone breathe. This time it had nothing to do with the pregnancy hormones, I was just in a place of total confusion. How could something so wonderful have come into my life and then disappear so quickly? All I wanted to do was hold him in my arms again, and tell him everything he means to me, but I couldn’t even manage that. How could I?When he had scared me away. There were times I couldn't help but feel like I had overreacted, maybe I should have been a little patient , given him some more time. But when had things ever gone right for me?"I don't want you here." Those three simple words, said without any hesitation. It hurt, but I still needed answers. That was all in the past right? Long before I had fallen in love w