(Ember POV)
’What do one do when everything they hold dear is about to be lost?’ I thought inwardly.
I tilted my head towards the sky, ’so pain is really the price we pay for love.’ Tears stread down my face.
The emotions in my eyes grew distant, becoming colder and colder as if fading away. I rose to my feet, wobbling slightly, as my legs beca cramped from sitting too long.
I walked slowly towards the castle. I have never felt so hollow and empty, even though I was called a Chosen I was forsaken, like the universe was against . The powers I had were not even enough to save myself.
By the ti I got to the door of Damon’s room, I froze for a long ti. I stared at the dark brown door. Every ti I had opened it in the past, it felt like a new Chapter of my life was being written, the only place I could associate with ho.
My fingers trembled as I reached for the doorknob. A sad smile ford on my lips as I turned the knob, pushing the door open.
The faint scent of chocolate and pine lingered in the air. I stepped forward, staring at the room, the bed, the oak wood wardrobe, the chandelier, the couch, his study table, everything reminded of the mories I had with him.
They were painful yet beautiful. It was nostalgic, I rembered our first night in this room. I rembered the deadly look in his eyes, I rembered our kisses, every argunt, and every mont we both shared.
My knees weakened, I wanted it all back. Those monts we laughed, those monts that felt like I was walking on eggshells... I didn’t want to die. I wanted to see what our child would look like, would he or she look like Damon or ? And I wanted to grow a family with him, to grow old with him.
But all I saw were mories of our past.
There was no future between us, everything was fading faster than I imagined.
My legs gave out, and before I could reach the floor, a pair of strong hands held from behind. It was that sa familiar presence, the only one that made felt alive.
I didn’t bother to look at him. I burst out in sobs again, unable to hold it in. His arms tightened protectively around .
My shoulders shook, my gaze blurred with tears. I never knew being comforted could an so much to . I felt like I wasn’t alone.
Damon turned around, hugging in a way his body hunched over mine, as if he was trying to shield .
I buried my face in his chest. "Damon..." I wailed.
His shoulders trembled over mine, his hot tears dropping on my back.
I tried to pull away, but he held so close. "Don’t go." He pleaded, his voice was hoarse as if he had been yelling for a long ti.
My fingers clenched his shirt. "I... don’t want to," I muttered between sobbing.
He must have thought I was going to leave his embrace. He didn’t have to feel sad about that.
I cried harder, pondering on the words "don’t go". My heart clenched bitterly as the thought of him being alone again crossed my mind.
We remained like that for a long ti and I didn’t know how much ti had passed.
After I cald down, I pulled away from his embrace. My gaze t his. His dark eyes, which had always appeared mysterious and dominant, had no spark this ti. It was like a black sea with no light.
I cupped his face, tracing every line of his features as if morizing them. "Why do you look so sad?" I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.
Damon looked at for a long ti. "Why didn’t you tell ?" He sounded hurt as if I had betrayed him.
I unknowingly averted my gaze. "What are you talking about?" I retracted my hands to my sides.
He cupped my chin, turning to face him. "How could you keep such an important matter from ? Am I that terrible that you couldn’t confide in ?"
"Damon, I don’t know what..."
"Ember! Stop please." He yelled, tears dropping down his face.
My lips wobbled as I tried to stop myself from crying. ’There is no way he knows about it right?’
He paused as if to control his temper.
"I was looking for you earlier because I felt a sharp pain from the bracelet. I found you sitting beside the graveyard of your friends..." his eyes were full of pain and... disappointnt. "I overheard what you said, about dying and... that we are having a child."
I clasped my hand over my mouth in surprise, my brows pulled closer as my expression beca more sad. I shakily reached for his hand.
"Damon, l-listen. I didn’t an to keep it from you." I pleaded.
"But you did. It only shows that you don’t see as your partner. I thought we loved each other. And the fact that you were going to keep it from until you..." He paused running his hand through his hair.
He turned around to leave. "I need so fresh air," he muttered.
At that point, I knew I had ssed up. I shouldn’t have tried to keep it away from him, but it wasn’t because I didn’t trust him. It was because I loved him too much.
"I saw the past, Damon. I saw what happened to your mate and child." I said, shutting my eyes, the tears fell slowly down my cheeks.
Damon’s steps faltered. His hands ford into a fist.
"I just didn’t want you to go through it again. I didn’t want to leave you so devastated. I shouldn’t have kept it away from you. I... I thought I was protecting you and I could handle it." I said, staring at his back.
Damon turned around, he walked closer to , his presence spilling into every corner of the room.
I lowered my gaze, unable to et his. My body stiffened when he suddenly pulled into a hug.
’Wasn’t he mad at ?’ I thought inwardly.
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