Someone in the house.

I dragged the suitcase along with me to the market.  I always liked coming here and getting the stuff I wanted rather than writing it down and waiting for the maids to get it for me. The market is usually crowded; either side of the lane had errands set up and a small passage through them hardly fitting 2 people. Of course the news of the rejection and me being in coma has spread like wildfire. I wonder how many of them knew about his affair before me and smiled every time I stopped by to get some fresh flowers or veggies. I wonder if they had announced their marriage and pregnancy.. I wonder if anyone knows where I live?

Why the heck am I thinking about them? I shrugged off the thought.

I walked away from the crowd heading home. I’ll get the necessities later. As I strolled, just before the turn to my street a small coffee shop came into view. I had been there, whenever I got tired of decorating or moving stuff across the new house.

I opened the door; a small bell overheard announced my arrival. The place only had 4 customers. 3 ladies hurdled together, probably gossiping about their husbands or Luna, who got rejected, fell into a coma for 2 weeks. I saw how they stole a quick glare at me and my suitcase. I imagined them snickering at my life. There was another person..a man..maybe. he was fully dressed in black, hooded. I ignored and made my way to the counter.

Placed my order for a medium latte and a piece of cake. I told them to pack so that I could carry it home, away from the gleaming glares of the ladies.

As I waited there, 3 distinct smells rose in the air, it was obviously from the 3 ladies over my side. The man, doesn’t he have a scent. I wonder. He is a werewolf. I could say that but no smell. He might have masked it, reason unknown. I haven’t masked my own smell this time, because now I don't think anyone would come looking after me. Even if they come, I don’t care.

It took a couple of minutes before they gave me a brown bag with my order in it. I paid and exited the café.

Reaching my place, fumbling through my pocket for the key, the brown bag between my lips, I might seem like a university student living independently and happily. Only if they knew my story.

The door opened with a creak sound. I picked up the luggage and placed it on the soft carpet in the living room.  The room was cold. I walked over to the kitchen, placed the food on the counter, pulled out the counter stool and sat there. .  It was getting dark outside, yet another day passed by.

Sniff.

A sour taste from the cake made me realize I was crying. Tears rolled down endlessly, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I cried. Cried.

I’m strong. I’ll live alone. On my own. Even if I chant it a hundred more times nothing different is gonna happen. I feel helpless for the first time.

The fact that I still wait for him to come here, scoop me in his arms and say this was all a prank or a misunderstanding. Anything. Even though he rejected me. pfft. I feel like a fool. A foolish wolf. He used to say knocking my head.

Did he even love me? I had asked this question so many times before. Every time I recall how it only took a few seconds for him to reject me.  Didn’t even care I’d be in pain.

“Does he even know what rejection feels like? “I doubt.

I pity myself.

What did he even think when he said I was being childish? Does he think I’d by any chance live with a mate who rejected me and his mistress?

I want someone to talk to, someone who would listen. Listen without questioning me.  So many things happened, I couldn’t talk with my wolf, he is long gone. No Hera by my side. I always thought she would be there with me through thick and thin and wow, how fate had played its part. Liam, I wish I didn’t turn him down. He would have listened to me.

Alone in this house, it was as if the walls suffocated me. Closing on me. I shut my eyes tight.

“I needed a drink.”I told myself. I got up and went up to the sink, where the wine bottle was placed from today morning. I poured myself a drink.

A couple more glasses. I feel like I'm drunk already.

The liquor warms my insides, soothing me out. Fogging my brain, shading the sorrows. Letting me go off the present. 

I swayed my way to my unmade bed.

There were no covers, no curtains.

I sit on the foot of the bed, gripping tightly onto the wood.

I kicked off my slippers, horizontal to the bed, I lay there. Staring at the ceiling.

Slowly but heavenly, sleep engulfed me completely.

 I dreamed.

I dreamt of our first kiss. It was a little different though this time.

His lips felt a lot softer, the kiss was perfect. Deep and passionate. Unlike our real one.

Our real one was inexperienced and quick.

Maybe dreams are better. Until.

Until I saw a silhouette, I couldn’t figure out the person at first. It was a black figure, moving forwards, towards us.

I figure it was a lady. As she moved forward, her face cleared from the hollowness.

I strained my eyes, she wasn’t clear. Yet.

 But.

It was unmistakably the one. The mistress. Alexia.

I stood there frozen. She came forward until she was shoulder to shoulder with Ethan.

Ethan looked over to her, smiled, she smiled back. An aura surrounding them.

The next thing I see is Ethan turning to stare at me.

He raised and chanted the words I’ll never forget. He rejected me.

Then held her by the waist, sharing a long kiss.  I was witnessing a make out session. Tears rolled over my cheeks.

I woke up, sweaty and tired.

There was a bottle of water I had placed on the nightstand last night.  I caught hold of it, my hands shaking. I gulped some water in, soothing my nerves.

He rejected me even in my dreams. I thought.  I tried wiping the tears off; it was long gone, dried and pasted on my cheeks like the water stains below the windows.

I lay back on my stomach. Not wanting to be staring back at the blank ceiling again.

The alcohol in me hasn’t subsided yet. Sleep came searching for me once again. That’s when I heard.

I heard the sound of running water. From downstairs. I listened. From the kitchen.

I didn’t move. I couldn’t move.

Who could that be? And why? There was nothing in my house to steal.

What if? What if?

I sat upright.

Cautious.

The sound stopped. I smelled the air. No scent.

Masking the smell? That wasn’t a good sign.

I stood up slowly, careful to not make any noise.

I looked around the room, a weapon, anything.

There was a lamp that was meant for the hallway which I haven’t put together until now. I walked to it, rolled its wire and clasped its one end.

Because I know I couldn’t shift and I have no idea if any of my wolf powers would work as he had gone dormant. But I was confident in my skills even without it. I advanced to the hallway.

Gripping the lamp post firmly and ready to kick the shit out of anyone.

My breathe hitched for a moment.

Heart beating a little too faster.