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Surviving. I class another message. I love you. I’m spooked of losing you. I’m spooked of failing at this. But I’m not uncertain about loving you. Please call me when you’re ready. I’ll be here. Always. - S I hit shoot. Message delivered. Not read. I wait. That’s all I can do now. Wait and hope I didn't just destroy us.

It suffocates me and makes every living part of my heart and my soul black and numb. I need to clear this cloud; I need to rid this darkness from me for every minute that Mekayla is away from me, is every minute that I won't get her back. And back, well, I know I should send her a message, I know I should phone and fight for her to come back, but what do I say to her? I am a jerk that is losing his mind? Well, he has already lost it. And, what else I lost is being present, I am not part of her life, but I want her around.

I whispered into the silent room, my voice filled with a mixture of longing and grief. "I miss you so deeply, my love," I continued, my voice barely a whisper. "Every fiber of my being aches for you, and I find myself yearning for you with each passing day. I wish you hadn't left this world, but I understand that God knows better. I will hold onto the memories we shared, clinging to them as if they were lifelines, for they are all I have left of you."

Desperate and searching. Feeling for something that wasn’t there anymore. “They were there,” I whispered. “All of them were there…” “I know.” “No, you don’t!” I cried, tears spilling now. “You don’t know what it feels like!” My body shook and my breath uneven. “I didn’t even know,” I choked out. “I didn’t even know there were three and now… now one of them is just…” Gone. The word wouldn’t come out, because saying it would make it real. And I wasn’t ready

“It was not nonsense. I may not realize the feeling for what it was, but I knew what I wanted at that time. I wanted you. I was just not prepared for the challenges that came our way. We buckled at the first sign of trouble.” Pepper nodded. “Maybe because it was meant to be. We need to undergo pain to be able to realize what we have lost.” I sighed. “You could be right. Now, I understand what it means to live without you.” “And what did you find out?” She was smiling, but I knew she was fishing, and I indulged her. She needed to hear it anyway. “My life is nothing without you.“

Where did we go wrong? Though, one day, I pray, you come back. My heart tells me that my prayer wouldn't go void. And that day. my love, I would vow before the world that I am never letting you go. Even if I have to chain you to my bed, wrap you in my arms and lock your mouth with mine if you ever ask me to let you go, I would do it for our bond's sake. I have bled enough in your memories, I have burned to ashes in your excruciating absence. My dear, I'm losing myself. Why have you left me like this? You were my healer, my well-wisher, my reason to stay alive. Without you, this life is finishing me. The more you make me wait, the more I break into something I am restraining not to become. Bu

Because stories forgotten by the world found new life on the page. “If you still walk this earth, unseen and unbowed, If the wind still carries your steps to places none dare follow, Then I hope these words find you.” He paused, felt the thrum of old longing behind his ribs. The way her absence still pressed against him like an unhealed bruise. There had always been words between them, unspoken, unsent, left trembling in the air. There had always been silence, too, shared in the late hours when grief grew too heavy to carry alone.

"I've got you." I cry into his chest. I can't stop. The tears just keep coming, hot and heavy, soaking through his shirt. I feel the mate bond humming between us—the golden light that everyone saw—but it doesn't comfort me. It just reminds me of what I've lost. "I lost her," I whisper. "I lost my best friend." "She's not lost. She just needs time." "How much time? Days? Weeks? Years?" He doesn't answer. Because he doesn't know.

I can’t keep going like this, it has to stop! I'm just tired of this mess and I want to be free from him for good.There is only one thing left to do! There is no turning back from this. Taking a large inhail I try to prepare myself for the pain I know is going to come before I say the words that are going to damage the bond.

I couldn’t lose him before I had a chance to tell him how much he meant to me. A wave of dread washed over me, more suffocating than the cold of the waiting room. The reality of it all hit me again—this overwhelming ache, this fear. I’d already lost Ashton. I hadn’t even had the chance to tell her that I forgave her, that I loved her. I hadn’t been able to say goodbye properly. I couldn’t live with that same regret if it happened again with Andreas.