Wrapped in his sheets

SHEER AGONY

A week later

Beautiful. My mate is just beautiful. I have never met anyone prettier than him. The morning sunlight on his face makes him look divine. Last night Marina, yes the Queen asked me to call her by her name, told me another story about Sebastian. Sebastian loved the sun. So I always made sure that he always received sunlight.

The days are passing more slowly, if that is possible, with Duke being more irritable. He barely talks to me any more. I haven't even shifted since I came here. 

Things aren't that bad any more. Bree and I have gotten quite accustomed to each other. She even talks to me sometimes. It's an extremely rare situation. 

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I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost missed the slight movement. Almost. He twitched his nose. As soon as I saw the slight movement, I rang the bell beside his bed, which was for emergency purposes. The doctor and nurses would be here any minute, and so will every one else. Even Duke perked up inside me.

'I can feel his wolf. He is okay.'

I let out a sigh of relief. I would have never forgiven myself if he lost his wolf, neither would he. I would not have expected it either.

'He won't forgive you either ways, wolf or not'

True.

I take his hand in my, drawing circles on his palm. It was no longer cold, it held warmth.

He slowly opened his eyes, and immediately closed them due to the bright lights. He slowly adjusted his eye sight to his surroundings after blinking a few times.

As soon as he looked at my eyes, it seemed like both our world had stopped. The air around me felt suffocating due to the look he gave me. It  was like every thing came back to him the moment he looked at me. His eyes flickered of emotions, realization, hurt, pain, shock. He slowly took his hand away from mine, breaking me more.

He did not seem to be in pain anymore, maybe my crying sessions beside him, repeating again and again how wrong I was, has finally paid off. 

He wouldn't even look at me, let alone meet my eyes.

"Leave, I don't want you here."

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Leave.

That one word was enough to break whatever was left of me. He didn't want me. He had given up on me. I had pushed him away from me.

He could hardly speak, but made sure to tell me that.

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I don't know how long I stood there. The royal doctor came with the nurse. Everybody came and left. Yet my feet were cemented to the ground. I could not move at all. My eyes stayed on him, but not once did he look back at what he had done, the damage he had left behind him. 

Some one took hold of my hand and took me out of the ward. The person next to me took me to Sebastian's room. As soon as I saw who it was, I broke down in her arms.

Bree.

Was this how he felt when I rejected him.

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As soon as Bree left I packed whatever clothes Steve had sent me while my stay here. I had to leave. I couldn't take his ignorance. I would have taken his anger, even hatred, but not ignorance. Even Duke agreed.

'Give him some time, he doesn't want us here, and staying won't help the situation.'