It Leads me to You

Chapter 1

Months past since you met your mate. Your chest always stung just thinking about him. He was so gorgeous.

A skeleton that was on the level of a God to you.

Who would have ever guessed. You laid in bed sore from the pain. Your chest didn't let up on the stinging, it grew and grew nearly unbearable. Your chest felt tight and burned, it was hard to breathe. Luckily your boss gave you 3 weeks paid vacation over the whole situation. Your co-workers gave you a few books that may help you.

They were written by the Queen of monsters herself, they went over various things about the Line of Fate and ways to sooth the aches of rejection, though it is highly rare it can happen and she suggests various feel-good teas and herbs, lots of rest to recover.

You felt the rejection to your soul. It needed time to heal, it would be calling out to your mate in pain needing to be reassured but obviously no reasurense will be given, it was like being abandoned in the cold, wondering what you did wrong on the first meeting with them that made them reject you so fast.

You often wondered that but always past out from the pain when you dwelled on it to long.

Over the months you slowly began to move like your old self, but you certainly didn't feel like it.

If anything the rejection had worsened your depression and spiked your anxiety in everything.

You did what you had to but you had to force yourself to do it through harsh mental motivation.

[Clean the house, you're a pig and that is why he rejected you.]

[Your hair is horrible take a fucking shower, maybe if you were clean your first impression would have gone better.]

[You have bags under your eyes, it's because you rarely wear makeup that he didn't want you.]

You knew that wasn't good for you, but it got you to do what you had to.

A few weeks later you were able to leave the house after months. Your co-workers were so nice to check up on you, get you food and even did some laundry for you even though you didn't have the strength to change your clothes.

You were drastically paler then before the rejection, the bags under your eyes were more obvious to see. With a sigh you left your house for much needed air. You dressed simple, a sun dress and tights underneath, you still wore the red bracelet as a means of feeling loved by your mate.

You pretended he gave it to you and fantasized about a life you would never have with him, it eased the pain in your chest sometimes.

That stupid pain, it never went away, it was always there but now a dull throb that was out of place with your heartbeat.

You stopped at work to check in with everyone and they were thrilled you had left the house.

That actually hurt a bit, knowing they were waiting for you to move on, but they didn't rush you but you felt bad that you kept them waiting on you. You thanked them constantly for putting up with your bullshit but your manager drilled it in your head that you would have no more vacation days till next year after this and that you were lucky they had enough staff to work while you were out. You nodded in understanding and headed out.

Passing the park and seeing all the happy couples worsened the pain so you quickly fled the scene. You started avoiding your line too, to paranoid you would run into him again so you started doing the opposite of what it wanted you to do. Turn left towards the library you go right towards the grocery store.

It was even more exhausting than chasing it the first time.

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Everything seemed normal on the outside. You started working again, leaving the house a bit more and even joked a bit. But you knew the truth.