Sincerely, your Cursed Lover

It was today when everything started to fall appart. Autumn has run it's course, the grains have been gathered and everything seemed to fall into place. But not for me. The stranger with ruby eyes haunted my dreams. I could see him standing in the far off trees, watching over my room, but then, I'd wake up. I dreamt of touching his thick hair. I dreamt of knowing his name, but those were not real. Those were dreams that seemed to shatter today, when the news of my father's skemes finally reached me. “There is no way in Hell, I will ever shut my mouth!” words spill out of my mouth like nothing mattered anymore. “Where have you learned to speak like that, child!?” the older woman seemed shocked, while my father simply sighs and swallows his response. “Oh, piss off, mom!” I hiss through my teeth, throwing my hands up in the air in frustration. “I am not going to stand by and watch you gamble with my damn life!” I spit out and my hands fall in anger, fists slamming into the table a

He is a good foot away from me and if he would extend his arm and try to grab me, he would not struggle much. I see the anger that sparks into his eyes and I know I've overstepped my position. A lump forms in my throat as the spark in his eyes grows into something so twisted I could not recognize. There was anger, there was hate, there was madness, but this seemed to be a pleasure he found into all of those things. A pleasure he found into the thought of being challenged and knowing he had the power to oppress such challenge. It was something absolutely sickening that further proved to me that I did not belong at his side. With a twisted smirk and an inhuman grimace on his face, the man grabs my arm, squeezing in painfully, forcefully dragging me with him, away from the altar. "You have no idea who you are messing with, girl!" He spits at me, pushing me forward, out through the back door of the church, causing me to stumble down the few steps and fall on the cold ground, scraping m

I hear screams and I hear yelling. I hear hounds barking and I can’t believe my father rounded up more than a handful of men to chase me down and bring me back home. Truly, I never expected him to care! Why would a man literally sell me off to someone, only to chase me down and drag me back? Did he not receive his payment yet? Was this not about me being a huge pain for him? If i disappeared, I’d be no one’s pain anymore! Why was he chasing me.. Why did he so dearly want for me to not be free?! If I had the time, I’d break down crying and I’d pull the hair right out of my scalp trying to wrap myself around the frustration that this whole situation had brought to me. But I did not have the luxury of time! I was being chased through the forest, while darkness swallowed everything I could see. I could barely see a few feet ahead, and I was dodging trees at the last moment. My lungs were burning and aching, screaming for me to stop. My legs were protesting every little twig we snappe

??? POV:I did not expect her to be this thin. To be this frail and easy to carry. I did not expect her to weigh something close to a child, not to a grown woman. Ever since that evening, I have watched from afar, but I have never noticed the way her cheeks had hollowed until now. I had not noticed that the spark in her eyes was dimming , drowned in sadness and worries no woman should hone and bear within her. Now I can't help but blame myself. And I will not dare blame anyone else for not saving her, because this was my duty. Not theirs. Do I blame them for hurting her? Infinitely! What monster, what creature or wicked animal would ever chase their own child through the woods? What for? To drag them home and have them obey their every whim? When did mankind become so wicked? The scent of blood had filled the forest and was now intoxicating my lungs. The smell of fear and terror had drawn the attention of every single beast, pulling them out of their hiding spots. All wanted a bite

Intoxicating. That’s what his scent feels like. And truly, the fact that as soon as it floods my lungs, all the demons scurry away, it’s all I need right now. My frenzied heart feels as if it’s about to get out of my chest, rip right through my ribcage and leave a hole in my chest. The man is silent, but there is gentle care in every single touch he offers me. A gloved hand moves over my face, his fingers hooking under my chin, and making me look up at him. His ruby red eyes pin mine into a soft and calming gaze.“I am not letting anyone lay their hands on you, Nesta.” he whispers, his hand moving up slowly and cupping my cheek. “Now, breathe-” he takes in a deep breath as a demonstration of how I should calm my frenzied and uneven breath.With a few shaky attempts, I follow him and eventually end up breathing slower, following his example. Happy with me, he offers me a smile, a kind one that reaches all the way to his odd eyes.“Good. Now-” he whispers and before I can understand wh