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Chapter 22

"How long?"

Adan didn't reply. He was staring at his feet.

Tristian was staring ahead of him, at nothing in particular, his face serious.

I started rubbing at my forehead in frustration, my heartbeat deafening me.

"You can't even tell me that." I shook my head, my eyes burning from holding back the tears.

"I can explain." Adan mumbled.

"Explain what, Adan? That while I'm fighting for my life every month my best friend is screwing my fiancé? Yes. I would love for you to explain. Please, go ahead." I said calmly, feeling immensely heartbroken.

Adan run a hand through his hair while Tristian remained unmoving.

"Tristian.." I begged.

He finally turned to look at me, expression unreadable.

A few tears started strolling down my cheeks.

"Tell me I'm wrong. Please, love." My voice softly breaking.

Tristian just stared at me. No emotion on his face, whatsoever.

"You are destroyed, Canton. You can't be fixed. I certainly can't.. fix you. You're a mess. A mess that's gonna die anyway, whether you end up finally killing yourself or Alastair decides you're not worth the fight anymore. You can't and will never be the king Ink Blood needs. Your heart is too pure for this position and Alastair is aware of that. He just doesn't want to kill you yet, not because he cares about you but because he can't accept that his own son is a failure. His own blood. An error.
An error to this society, to this dimension, to this throne. An experiment gone wrong."

He paused for only a second.

"I'm losing you. I've been losing you since the first day I met you. I don't want us to break up but I don't really see a future. Not unless you become a whole different person. You love people. You are always trying to help, care for them while I turn them into fucking robots. You are mentally damaged, miserable, in damn pieces. I can see you trying but you're not trying enough. The only way for you not to end up in a casket is to become what your poor father has been so desperately trying to turn you into the past ninety years. Stand up to him. Show him why his crown deserves to be on your head instead. And then, I'll be by your side. Always and forever. What I'm not gonna do, is sit here and apologize for fucking Adan because it's not my fault. It's entirely your fault because you never comply to what your father tells you. It's your fault for being tortured since you were a fucking baby, its your fault for now wanting to end it and it will all be your fault when they kill you. But its also up to you to fix it. To change it. So we can finally have our happy ending."

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I decided to do what I was assigned to do and come back for the books when he will be too busy to pay any attention to me.

Hopefully tomorrow.

I've finally found a meaning in my life.

I can't help but be intrigued by his past, especially since I now know it was excessively brutal.

I feel like I'm getting to know the person I see in front of me everyday. The person I live with. The person who's hurt a lot of people on all of his lives.

It's been six hours since we last talked.

Since that book.

I was ready to give up when a postcard fell from a book I was about to place back to the bookshelf.