Asher(8)

It's been four years now. Four years ago, Grace gave birth to a baby boy named Asher. A strong but beautiful boy. He's brilliant and clever.

Many things have changed now and are for sure, not good. Grace has changed even Aaron did too.

Grace is not a bubbly person anymore. She lost her personality now. She lost her smile; she lost her heart, her emotions, her feelings.

She's not Grace who was trying to make her relationship with Aaron. She's not Grace who was seeking for her mates warmth and comfort. She's not that Grace, who was waiting for her mate. She's not that Grace, who was comforting herself telling herself a lie. She's not the Grace who once hoped for little things her mate did. She's not the Grace who hoped now. She's not the Grace who has been hurt not physically but emotionally and verbally. She's not the Grace who cried in longing and despair for her mate.

She's not Grace without her soul which hid in the depth of her pain long ago. Weak and miserable can't see the disgust and regret in her mate's eyes.

She lost herself.

And now she's just living without emotions, without the warmth. Without a fake hope. Without heart. Without love and her mate's care and affection.

Just like a living stone. Cold and still, but breathing. Walking, seeing, eating, but without any feelings.

Four years ago, she lost herself entirely after living in false hopes and holding onto her feelings and believing that one day she would get her mates attention and a little bit of love in his cold heart. She lost her pathetic hope of getting her mates affection and love.

Everything, she lost everything when one day she saw a picture of someone in her mate's closet hiding in the deepest of the corner in a beautiful box safely like he doesn't want it to have a little bit of crease. Like a most precious gem.

She cried for hours, whole night in betrayal, in hurt, in love. Knowing the one, she's longing for whom she's trying to get a little love in her heart, whom the baby she's carrying already has someone in his heart, mind and soul.

She lost herself the day when her beautiful baby was born, the day when her mate smiled so big looking so proud to have a baby boy, eyes shine with happiness when he held him the first time looking at a proud father showing his baby to his family forgetting the one who gave him his baby.

Not once did he ask if she was alright or in pain after hours of painful delivery. Not once did he look towards her when Grace was looking at him waiting for her mate to come and appreciate her because that's what all girls want when they give birth to a baby. They need attention and affection. They need their mate's warmth from the painful delivery, but nothing happened. Her mate never once looked towards her too busy admiring his baby.

Too busy that he didn't see the silent tears coming from her eyes, too busy in his happy feeling to notice her longing eyes.

Instead, Riya came to her asking about her health and feelings she just gave a small smile tears still leaking, but Riya thought her hurt and longing tears were actually from happiness. So she smiled at her and congratulated me.

Grace smiles tiredly but happily when she can hold her son finally. Her baby looks so tiny and cute. She caressed his cheeks, playing with his fingers when baby looked at her with his big doe eyes open a little. She smiled and kissed his chubby red cheeks. She kissed his fingers and hugged her sunflower to her chest, feeling the blooming happiness in her heart after a very long time.

But it went fastly just as it came when her tiny baby snatched away from her motherly arms by her mate's mother who looked at her in boredom and disgust. Her eyes longingly at her baby, she wants to hold her precious more, but her mother-in-law won't give him to her.

They gave her baby a name well Aaron gave. He just announced it not asking if Grace wants to or not. Suppose Grace has any name for his baby or not.

Aaron just proudly announced it.

That was the last day she cried, the previous day she broke down but whole entirely not a one-piece left. She lost it that day.

That day she got the most beautiful blessing, but that was also the day everything shattered entirely within her. She closed everything that day.

That day she closed the door of her dead and shattered heart, the day where he let all out at once and then closed it for forever.

No love, no attention, no mate and no forgiveness. Everything closed that day for good. She hid her scent that day who no longer can hold the bond between them, who got so weak and tired. She hides it for her good.

That was the last day of her misery and despair. She won't let anyone come now. She cried but for the last time. For good.