I'm not really watching, and I know that he is only watching to give me time to think. Time to sort through the rush of emotions I'm feeling. Can I really tell Megan the truth about her ties? Should I? From the very beginning that was my plan. I wrote her that note. It wasn't until I met her and became her friend that I began to worry she would resent my interference or choose Tristan over me. But didn't I promise myself I was going to be the best friend she ever had? Would a good friend really let her go through with this marriage? As for Bellamy... well, he does deserve the truth from me. The problem is I really don't know how to give it. What truth is it that he needs to hear? If I start at the wrong place he will probably run and avoid me, or it will turn into a fight. I can feel my heart rate increase at the thought of having to face Bellamy properly. I don't know if I'm ready yet. I take a deep breath to calm myself. I don't need to do anything right this second, I can take some
I glance out the window as we arrive at the compound. It's very active for this early in the morning. It's because of the wedding I suppose. It's taking place in the meeting hall. It wouldn't have been big enough for the engagement party, there were too many guests. But the wedding itself is limited to just the people closest to Megan which pretty much means the Shifters in the compound and me. Aaron parks the car and opens my door. I take his arm and when we reach the front door I give him a quick hug.“Thank you Aaron.” I whisper. He nods. I knock on the door and am stunned when Bellamy opens it. We are both frozen. He is staring at me, I'm not sure what he's seeing but I sort of wish that I had dried my hair before leaving home, or put on a little concealer at least. I'm staring at him too. He looks different. There are dark shadows under his eyes that weren't there before. He looks so exhausted he must not be sleeping. He's lost weight, making his cheekbones seem more prominent. H
“What are you going to do?” My voice is timid. Megan sighs, the sound is sad and... relieved?“I'm done lying to myself. I need to tell Tristan I can't get married today. It's going to be hard. I'd be lying if I said I don't care about him. Ten minutes ago I had every intention of marrying him. I guess I just needed... permission. Permission to change my mind. Or maybe just support to do what I want.” I nod.“What can I do to help?” Megan stands up and looks herself over.“Help me out of this dress? It definitely sends the wrong message. Then we need to get over to the wedding so I can apologise to Tristan. Could you maybe call Bellamy, let him know?” She stops when she realises what she's asking.“Never mind, I can do that I-” I interrupt her.“I can call him.” Anything to make this easier for her. I'm already working on the buttons on the back of her dress. I can hear a banging downstairs.“That must be Bellamy, he must have forgotten something.” She looks stricken. I head for the d
I'm crying again. I don't know what else to do. I think I need to talk to Megan. Megan! Is she okay? I was so busy out here I forgot that she's literally calling off her own wedding. I wipe away my tears, open the door and slip inside. What's waiting for me is so much worse than I could have imagined. At the end of the aisle, Megan and Tristan are staring each other down. They are equal in dominance and neither of them is budging. Tristan's face is ugly and twisted with anger and hatred, his hands are shifted into claws he is gripping Megan's arm in a way that has to hurt. Darrien is standing next to Megan. He also seems to be frozen, stuck in the battle for dominance. Tristan must actually be as dominant as Megan and Darrien if they are all stopped like this. Apparently, these battles aren't just a two person thing. Well that's useful information I suppose.“You BITCH!” Tristan screams. Everyone else in the room seems frozen, not able to move under the waves of power coming from the
When we reach the grave from before, I stop and release his hand. It falls to his side. I stare at the grave and avoid his face.“You were right when you said I'm selfish.” I start.“I don't know how to trust. Until now, I've never even tried to, not really, I run away, hide and avoid everyone who tries to get close to me. But there is one thing I have always trusted and that is fate. These threads that I see. They never deceive me, they show truth, good and bad. They do nothing to spare my feelings because fate doesn't care about my feelings. There are times I wish I couldn't see them at all because what I see is so heartbreaking. But despite that, I really do trust them. Completely. I trust them so completely that I know I will be tied to you forever, even when we are both dead and gone.” I pause and turn to face Bellamy. His expression is giving nothing away and I have to once again fight my natural inclination to flee.“I'm selfish because I knew that even if I ran away from my fe
“Hello?” I'm surprised to hear Megan on the line instead of Darrien.“Ry! Are you okay? You've been gone a while. You aren't off crying again or something are you? Are you still with Bellamy?” She blurts out her questions one after the other, not giving me a chance to answer.“Woah, woah, Megan. Calm down. I'm fine. I'm with Bellamy right now. I should be asking if you're okay?” I turn the question back to her. She is quiet for a moment.“I'm okay. Today clearly did not go how I had planned. But I'm okay. Tomorrow I'll be a little more okay. I- I didn't want to kill him Ry, but I couldn't let him hurt Darrien.” Megan is crying now. Shoot, I didn't mean to make her cry. I can hear Darrien attempting to soothe her. He takes the phone from her.“She's okay, just in shock. I'm taking her home. Aaron and Shaun are seeing to Tristan.” he explains.“Should I come look after her?” I ask. I can hear him repeat my question for Megan.“She says if things are going okay with her brother then she
I wake to a light tugging in my hair. The room is still dark, so I have no idea how long I've been asleep.“Hello.” Bellamy says quietly, stroking my hair. I guess that explains the tugging. I stop and take in my situation. Once again, while sleeping we have moved around so that I am lying half on top of him, one leg pulled up and crossed over his. One of his arms is wrapped around my waist while the other is stroking my hair. I take a deep breath, trying to stay calm. I don't know why I'm so freaked out. This is very different to the other times we woke up next to each other. Those times Bellamy backed off as soon as he realised what was happening, but now...“Hi?” I answer him nervously. Bellamy doesn't say anything. He just keeps lazily stroking my hair and lets out a deep breath. He moves a little adjusting his legs, shifting me slightly.“Sorry, I'm probably crushing you, I'll move I-” I am about to roll off of him when he runs his hand down from my hair. He runs it lightly over
He heads into my room and I take a minute to think. I'm proud of myself, sure I wanted to avoid that conversation, but I survived it, I didn't run away. I follow Bellamy into my room where he is tucking his phone and his tie into his pocket.“What time is it anyway?” I ask, I'm so out of it. I feel like I slept a long time, but there was daylight coming through the windows, which means either we slept for only a couple hours OR we slept through the night and it's daytime again.“It's about one, we slept almost 24 hours. I'm not surprised I slept that much, you're like a knock out drug to me, but you must have been really tired to have slept so long.” He looks at me contemplating something. I just shrug.“I did say I haven't been sleeping well.” I sort through my drawers looking for something comfortable to wear. I haven't really been doing much laundry lately either. I really need to catch up on my housework. Eventually I settle on a pair of leggings that I'm pretty sure are clean and