Helanie:
I was ready to hear him deny it and gaslight . He must have co here to try and convince not to bring up his na. I knew he was a coward, and I wasn’t going to use his na anyway. He was not soone I could ever count on. I had made a fool out of myself once, but not again.
"Like you said, I was a coward," he said quietly, not instantly brushing off the truth. "It’s not that I didn’t like you. You were pretty, and I liked having you around—" he stopped himself, trying to be honest.
"You kept around—and I got ruined for it—" Of course, he played big ti. He didn’t even like ; he just liked having there.
I shook my head in disbelief, sighing and laughing at my own stupidity.
"I know it’s pathetic. I know I’m a bastard for it, but trust , I haven’t slept peacefully even for one night since that night," he said, letting out a cry, his hands pressed together like he was begging for forgiveness.
"No! You don’t get to act like the victim who can’t sleep. You ran away—you knew what they would do to ," I shouted, pushing him back and instantly brushing my hands over my dress like I was wiping them clean.
"I’m not acting like a victim—I called my warriors the minute I got on that train. I even tried to co back, but my father—he injected with wolfsbane and tied up in chains. I was even ready to admit everything and stand with you when you sent your father to my mansion to tell mine that we were dating. I was chained up all that ti, asleep until you were gone," he was crying, but still managing to speak clearly.
I stared at his face in shock. Was he telling the truth? Did he really call the warriors? Did he really try to co back?
"And that excuses you? You fucking ran away—it doesn’t matter if you ’tried’ to co back—you didn’t," I scread, watching him step back and cry silently this ti. Did he really think I’d be thankful just because he wanted to co back for ?
"I don’t want to see your face ever again. I don’t want to hear your excuses," I shouted again, putting money on the counter without caring how much it was. I just wanted to get away from him and every toxic person in my life.
I pushed him aside as I walked out of the café. The fresh air really hit different. I don’t know what I would have done if he had threatened like the rest. At least he was sorry.
See! I have such low standards. But that didn’t an I would ever forgive him. He left there when he was supposed to be protecting that night. The only reason I was in that abandoned subway was because he promised he’d take care of if anything ever happened.
Once I was nearing ho, I got a notification of an incoming call popping up on my screen. My spoiled mood instantly started to lift when I saw who it was.
"Hello, Professor Emt," I teased, just trying to hype myself up for a happy conversation.
"Keep talking, I just want to hear your voice," I heard his deep voice, and the way he breathed made it clear—he was drunk.
"Have you been drinking?" I asked, disappointed, but since he called for help, I didn’t want to lecture him too much.
"I am. How can I not? This is how I cope with loss," he said softly. "I miss you."
Even though I was worried for him—and it wasn’t really sothing to blush over—I felt relieved knowing he was still with .
"I miss you too," I whispered shyly, not going inside my house yet and deciding to take a walk. I wasn’t that girl anymore who was too cautious about her reputation. I could take a call and talk to anyone I wanted. I didn’t care who judged .
"Helanie, what if I forget you? How will you remind of you?" he asked, this ti honestly opening up about what he was dealing with.
"I’ll do anything—but you need to talk to soone about it. Please. Why is this happening? Is it because of the alcohol?" I asked, worried.
I would hate for him to forget about .
"It’s supposed to happen, Helanie. That’s what curses do," he whispered, making stop in my tracks.
"Curse? You’re cursed?" I didn’t know that. How the hell had he kept this from for so long?
"Do you really think I was born this way? But when I’m with you, I’m a different person. I feel more alive, happier, and I can feel emotions. But when you’re away—I feel dead," he said. "And now—my two little brothers are certain I don’t love them. What should I do? How do I fix myself? How do I show that I care, because I do," he said, his voice shaking, and it broke my heart.
Of all people, Emt was the last one who deserved that kind of pain.
"Emt, we need to talk about this curse. No more secrets," I said, and I heard him fall silent. "And Maximus will know you love him. He’s just caught up in his own feelings right now."
The fact that Emt’s whole world revolved around his brothers and made him even more precious. I guess his only real problem was that he kept so much hidden that everyone assud he didn’t care.
He needs to open up to his brothers like he does with .
We talked about random things after that because I wanted to comfort him. He told amazing stories, and I noticed how his voice started sounding more alive as we went on.
But then I had to say goodbye, all because I had a trial tomorrow, and Norman was getting ready to defend . Even when he wouldn’t be allowed to speak too much, he can still get so words in.
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