Reject him
852 Words
"He's led a life full of torture if not crime."
Ash let out and I exhaled looking away I was in my head and I didn't want that so once again I shut everything off.
After much patching and injecting my blood once again into his body and some other drugs, we left him to rest and I walked back to the kitchen Ash on my heels following.
I had to reheat the soup but once done we ate in silence. I was numb shutting everything off. After eating I washed the dishes as Ash tidied up the table.
Once done he held my hand and walked us back to his room.
We walked in silence to his room where he let go of my hand and went to open the windows that overlooked the lake.
The wind blew in and the curtains danced along, a heavy sigh left my mouth at the sight before me and the breath of cool air that was flowing in.
Ash then put on some background soft music and a soft sad smile broke onto my lips, the scene was familiar. It was what our mother used to do whenever either of us was having a bad day.
So when Ash moved to lay on his bed he parted the space next to him I followed without a word.
Ash cradled me in his chest as his hands started drawing soothing circles in the back as our mom always did whenever either of us was sad.
And I welcomed the calm that his presence always brought. The only thing missing was ice but we'd not need it for this occasion.
This scenery and being cradled in Ashe's arms had everything that happened start sinking in. And emotions like never hit me all in one.
This was not what I had in mind when I got back home after three years away. I just came back the other day from college.
And just like most nights when I'm in the castle I got a little restless and decided to go for a run outside like I usually did to calm myself and breathe.
This was not in my plans at all. How can he just appear like this from nowhere, and as if that was not enough he surfaces while he's on the blink of death looking so fragile and breakable.
Tears started pouring out as the pain of this realization hit me hard and I cried as Ashton let me cry in his arms.
I may not have wanted a mate, and still don't, for now, but that didn't mean I didn't want one in the future and to find him dying, more tears sprung from my eyes and I let them, he was so thin so fragile.
The fact that I didn't want a mate anytime soon, hit me hard, and once again a flood of tears flooded my face.
Guilt raced inside so hard. Here I was thinking of not wanting a mate instead of being grateful I found him.
Yet out there there are people like my brother who would give about anything to find their mate.
More guilt dances again at the thought of wanting to reject him while he was clearly not at his best. He looked so fragile, that I would only end up doing him more harm than good.
More tears flew until I couldn't cry anymore and exhaustion took over me and I let my eyes close. I will deal with everything later on.
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I woke up moments later to find the room dark and Ashton not around. Where had he gone to I wondered as I sat up.
My body felt sore, I had a massive headache and gosh was I hungry.
Arggh I groaned as I left the bed and made to stand. For a minute but even that proved to be a problem.
And just as I was managing to gain balance to my disoriented body and mind a rush of that earlier on scent hit me and everything came rushing again.
I sat down for a moment and tried to think of the way forward but nothing was passing in between my mind. everything moved and clogged up so fast at the same time.
The only rational thought I could formulate was wanting to go see him and check on him.
As if my body was on auto pilot, I found myself heading towards the room my stranger mate was occupying.
The closer I got the more the alluring scent hit me. And I took a moment outside the door to appreciate the lessened blood scent in the now becoming addictive scent.
That was a good thing. Seemed like he was in a better place than I found him.
A while ago when I found him his scent was raced with heavy scent of blood.
My fingers trembled for a while as I clicked raised my arm yo unlock the door.
I Clenched tightly against the door nob to stop the trembling and finally pushed it to walk in.
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