Mark feels as if the world is spinning around him. It didn't make sense why, every time he thinks that he is finally getting to know him well, he is hit by another truth once more. It's one thing for Blake to not forgive him, but it's totally a different thing for him to lie to him over and over again.
He doesn't know what to believe and what not to believe anymore. And now, looking at the fear and panic-filled on Blake's face, he realizes that without a doubt, he has been lied to once again.
Soon he realizes the brutal truth! So, everything that has happened is only because of him. He is responsible for all these. If… if only he didn't leave him behind then...might be, Blake wouldn't have turned out to be like this today. It's happened because he failed his duties as his mate. Despair engulfs him from within as
The night has descended and with the arms of heavy darkness, gradually, it enveloped the whole world. Although it's a summer night, tonight the night air seemed to be unusually gloomy and cold. Somewhere in the middle of the spine-chilling darkness, the heavy scent of blood curdled in the air. The surroundings were dyed in red. Old and new puddles of blood were forming everywhere. Looking at it One could undoubtedly imagine what had transpired not long ago. Corpses were scattered everywhere. Bloodied limbs and stumps were littered across the areas, and In the midst of this nightmare someone seemed to still be breathing, although faintly. Through his way of breathing it could be said that he didn’t not have much time left, his body riddled with wounds and the blood seeping into his clothes, drenching the fabric pooled beneat
Mark finds himself standing in a beautiful meadow. There was a large tree in the meadow, its branches casting a shade on the ground. The ground was covered in rich green grass and encircling the meadow were flowers of all types, sun flowers, helenium, lupines and lilies. He looks around in a daze at the beautiful scenery. To him, the surroundings look somewhat familiar. He tries hard to recollect his memories but no matter how hard he tries; he can't seem to remember. He finally gives up and decides to put that aside in favor of figuring out where he is, he died that much he knew but that this didn’t seem like hell. Suddenly he hears some sound coming from a distance. Curious, slowly, he strode in that direction. Gradually the silhouettes of two young boys come into his sight. He unhurriedly walks towards them.
Mark looks at Glinda. He tries to read her expressions seriously, attempting to find any clue. But Glinda's face does not give away anything. Frustrated but curious, he queries "Deal, you said?" "Yes, a deal", Glinda nods gently, "I can give you another chance to start things over again. But, in return, I want you to do something for me". Mark is unsure if he should believe this mad woman or not. Her face looks like she is having fun by messing with him. But, keeping this aside, her offer looks quite tempting. But he doesn't let down his guard completely. "What do you want me to do?" "Nothing much. Just do what you were unwilling to do previously. You will only have to follow my words, I will guide you in everything". She quickly adds, "Don't worry! This will be helpful for you as well. Also,won't ask you to do anything illegal. This will be totally within your moral ground...hehe!!!". Looking at her face, i
Mark instinctively tries to put some distance between him and Blake's naked body lying next to him. Because of his panic, he forgets that he is already at the edge of the bed. He falls to the ground with a thud. Panicked, Mark looks at the sleeping figure hurriedly. He sees Blake frown slightly, then makes some small muffled noises, turns his back on him, and returns to his peaceful sleep once again. Mark doesn't even dare to move. He is observing Blake's every small movement. When he confirms that Blake is not waking up anytime soon, only then does he sigh with relief. He doesn't even realize that he's been holding his breath the whole time. He then frantically searches for his shirt and pants amongst the clothes that have been scattered all over the floor. After he finds them, hurriedly he puts on his clothes, no longer daring to stay around any more minute. After he is done wearing it, he looks at Blake's sleeping frame once more. Regarding him,
Blake looks at Mark's matured face carefully. He only remembers Mark from many years ago when they were still children. They were so close then, but one day, Mark disappeared suddenly. He still remembers how he waited for him for the entire day that day. The next day and even many days after, he still went there, hoping that he would come back for him soon. He was unwilling to accept the fact that he would never return and they would never meet again. He would go to that place every day and would wait for him there for the entire day.At some point, he even thought that something might have happened to him, so he couldn't return. But when this continued for a long time, he thought if he had done something wrong unknowingly. And because of this, his friend was angry with him, unwilling to see him. After going there for two months or so, he stopped visiting that place frequently. Still, he did not lose hope and would stop by often. He even left notes of apology for him there,
"It's been a long time, Blake. I am glad that you have been well," says Mark and, he examines Blake.He tries to find some clues on his face, but to his dismay, his face gives away nothing. Blake, with his blue eyes, simply looks at him rigidly, nods his head mildly, then he returns to eating his breakfast. From his bland reaction, it looks as if everything from last night was just a fragment of his imagination.Seeing his expression filled with indifference, Mark feels a bit disappointed. But isn't this exactly what he wanted? Shouldn't he be happy? So, why does he care about Blake's opinion so much, and what is this suffocating feeling in his heart?All of a sudden, Mark feels a pang of remorse in his heart. Indeed, this is retribution. This is what he designed, after all. He is the one who abandoned Blake in the first place. He is also the one who's hurt him the most. He doesn't even know if he might be hurt, even if Blake chooses to abandon
Mark slumps back on the bed weakly after Glinda leaves the room. Her mere presence can wear him out completely. He closes his eyes in annoyance and tries to distract himself by recalling all the events that have happened to him since yesterday. He is unable to understand why everything has turned out this way. Mark is the kind of person who always has firm control over his emotions. But since last night, he has a feeling as if things are no longer in his control. Since the time he met Glinda, nothing has been going the way he wanted. "Sigh! Let's just go with the flow for now."At this moment, he focuses on his most prominent issue and hauls himself out of the bed, and makes his way to the bathroom, shedding his clothes along the way. It's now time to take a cold shower.******Blake is leaning his head against the back of the coach. He is silently listening to the running of the water from the shower upstairs. He has been aware that he is acti
Once again, Mark is standing in the same clearing where he used to play as a child. For a moment, he panics and, in his mind, he wonders, “Am I dead? Again?” But he doesn’t have to wait for the answer for too long. Just then, he hears an angry growl from behind him. Because of his instincts, he immediately turns around, looking alert and defensive at the same time. Behind him, he sees a large black wolf with dark, shiny eyes. It’s almost 7.5 ft tall and 12 ft long. Under the moonlight, its black fur is gleaming like silk. With its majestic bearing, it would have been a sight to behold, if only his fangs were not baring at him. He also has a feeling as if the wolf is glaring at him as well. From its appearance, the wolf seems quite familiar to him. He looks at it more closely and ponders, “where was it? Or am I just thinking too much?” After a few seconds of