AthenaTill I reached home, my eyes were weighed down. Red, swollen, and full of tears. I did not know why I was getting so affected by the fact that Sebastian had found someone to move on with his life when I thought I didn't have any hopes remaining in my heart. Or maybe I was wrong.Maybe I did have hopes. In a cruel way that ended up hurting me.Maybe I'd thought that he was true to his words that the day I had left. My poor heart, in the hopes of being loved, deep down believed that he was truly guilty for everything he did and put us through.Not that his guilt would have made anything better or turned the tables. But, it was easier to live with the knowledge that your mate, the culprit who left no scope to hurt you in the deep urge to destroy you, was at least aware of what he had done and in comparison to the pain I was carrying over my shoulders, it was the least on his part to at least carry, perhaps, just a bit of remorse?I wondered if he even remembered about our child w
AthenaIn the midst of everything she had destroyed with her own hands, with her tears pouring freely and proceeding to slide down her cheeks, her screams sounding louder than the waves of the sea, her eyes red and her soul having more pieces than the things she'd broken in the hopes of buying herself a reason to feel less devastated than she was, sat a woman— A broken woman with scars that'd take years to count. A woman who had once dreamt of being loved. A woman who had once imagined a life with her child after her mate who never wished to keep her in his one.And that woman was me. I was that ill-fated woman.Why couldn't he just love me?— This question would never stop asking me to be answered.Why did I had to lose my baby?— This question would always keep hurting me.Why hadn't I put myself first?— This question would allow me the guts to forgive myself.I had never known before meeting Sebastian that love can be so lethal. But, thanks to him, he made it possible. I owed him for
CoraI couldn't just leave this boy all on his own and alone, so after much consideration and evaluating the given chances of his supposed conversation with Athena ending up in an adverse way, I decided to stay. Cause I knew Sebastian would not be able to handle it. He was incapable of even thinking straight.He was guilt-ridden to the point where hurting himself seemed like the only way he could make up for his mistakes— A sick recompense he thought was the only way to his salvation. I'd been treating him for months, and this period was enough to let me know how worse his condition was getting each day and the only way to give him hope was to tell him that he was recovering, to try to introduce him to new ways of happiness and peace.But, No. Nothing had helped and would perhaps never. His whole life only circled Athena. Her name alone shattered him into small pieces, every day.The mistakes he had made in the past were still suppressing him deep in the darkness, no matter how much a
AthenaThe bakery closed and I headed home even though that was somewhat the last thing I wanted to do. One of the many reasons behind my reluctance to go back to the apartment was that it was still a mess. Neither I’d recovered from last night’s conversation with Sebastian nor did I know if I was going to anytime soon.Indeed I liked to keep myself busy to distract my mind from diving into the same dark corner of my memories again and again but the silence of the place where I stayed, was too unnerving to help me with that. So, what I had destroyed stayed destroyed and scattered all over the floor, just like the connection between me and Sebastian; The only exception remained the fact, I destroyed mere objects and he destroyed three lives. One that never got the chance to step into this world.Releasing a small sigh, I rubbed my palms together, regretting my decision of not bringing a sweater, or at least, a shawl with me. The weather was weird, I hadn’t expected the temperature to d
AthenaWhen I reached home, partially panting due to how fast I ran from where Cora had stopped me for a conversation, just to get here as fast as I could, the last thing I had expected when I turned on the light was to see a tall figure sitting at the edge of my bed as if he belonged there. A loud shriek left my mouth, and I involuntarily pressed myself against the wall behind me.However, as I noticed the person's face and the worry began fading away."Aaron," I said, my breathing rushed and the pace of my heartbeats not falling behind with the rush of adrenaline, "What are you doing here?"He looked around the room, especially the items remaining broken on the floor in a mess in a manner that could turn out to be a danger for any individual stepping inside barefoot. I knew he must have been looking and inspecting it for quite a while."What's going on, Athena?" It did not take him any more hint to get straight to the point that— I. Was. Fucked. Up. Without even having to let out a
AthenaShocked, stunned and mostly speechless, I found myself wanting to take more than a few steps back to create some sort of distance between us, to allow myself to take it all in— Get through the momentary disbelief with no damage. But there was no place left, not even a fraction of an inch."What...what are you saying?" I stammered, "How come you not have a....""It's just fate, Athena. For the longest time, I kept believing that I have a mate and I was just yet to find her even though my own parents had let me know the truth way earlier to make it easier for me to digest," He spoke, strange melancholy flickering in his orbs— Crossing his face like a silhouette, "But, soon I became aware of the reality when, on one, unfortunate full moon, it was revealed to me that I did not have that line of fate neither on my hand nor my forehead.""It could also be that the one predicting was wrong. How can you be so sure about that?""We are werewolves, sweetheart. None predicts the future fo
AthenaAs I was working in the bakery, Remi sauntered up to me with a sly grin on her face. "Well, well, well. There's a hot hunk waiting for you outside beside his expensive ride," she said with a playful wiggle of her eyebrows.I raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, what are you talking about?""Do not pretend as if you know nothing about it, there must be something going on. You are getting all these perfect males coming here looking for you, something sounds fishy," She said, "What are you up to?"I rolled my eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about, and why would anybody come here to--" I trailed off as a thought crossed my mind, sending a rush of anxiety through me."So something is going on," Remi said, smirking and crossing her arms over her chest."Wait, who is it?" Overhearing the conversation, excited Georgia rushed towards our direction, "Is it the same guy from that day? The sexy one?""Well...this one is even sexier and sweet Jesus, his looks....and enchanting blue eyes," R
AthenaAs we settled outside, facing each other, he gave me the cup of coffee he had picked for me on his way over."Thank you, you really didn't have to--" I fidgeted uneasily in my seat, acutely aware of the weighty conversation that was about to take place. His piercing stare, the palpable tension that hung in the air, and most of all, the very first words he had uttered upon walking into the bakery.'We need to talk.' Those four words spoke volumes."It's fine. It's not a big deal anyway," he slouched in his chair, his leg tapping up and down with restlessness that mirrored my own. Inside, I was freaking out because the last thing I wanted was to lose a friend.The air still hung heavy with an awkward silence that seemed to stretch on for eternity. It was a strange and uncomfortable situation, to say the least. I didn't want things to be like this, but everything was so scattered and our lives were just too complicated."We need to talk, Athena," he finally spoke up, breaking the