The Ill-fated Lovers

Chapter 13

"I deserve much more than that," Nick smiled and rubbed his cheek. I on the other hand was in no mood. I was furious.

"Why Nick. Why didn't you tell me?" I demanded and he sat on his desk.

"I was protecting you."

I scoffed. "Protecting me or letting me believe I was losing my entire bag of marbles. You know what Nick. You don't get to decide what I know and don't know. Do you hate me because we die every time we together is that it?"

"No I don't hate you," he stood up and came over to me. He bent down in front of me. "I love you." He cupped my cheek rubbing his thumb over the tears I didn't know spilled. I leaned into his touch and stared longingly into his ocean eyes. "I love you enough to be away from you even if it means I'll be miserable for as long as my soul continues." I sniffled and he pulled me into a hug placing a long lingering kiss on my forehead.

As if it was an instinct my arms wrapped around his waist and I rest my cheek against his chest. A mist of calm settled over me as I stood in his arms. "So what we just can't be together is that it?" I asked. My head felt heavy nothing made sense the strong feelings I had for Nick or the situation we were in. "Is that how we avoid the curse by staying away?"

"Yes but it's not that simple. The curse pushes us together at every turn. We've tried everything. From marrying different people to seeking out witches. But I've realised that this is the only way you don't die painfully and at the hands of someone but you die peacefully and after you've lived a long fulfilling life."

If we died every time we were together then it was only a matter of time."How long do we have before we die?" I asked and he shook his head.

"I don't know," he ran his hand through his hair. "It's unpredictable because in the end, it is a person that's after us."

"But who would want to kill us?" I asked.

"Men that want you and women that want me," he shrugged.

"Oh, that just narrows it down to every single woman in this building for you."

"And every man on this planet that has eyes, for you then." He smiled

I couldn't believe he was smiling at a time like this. "You smiling I'm glad you find the situation whimsical when someone can storm in here right now with a gun and blast our brains out our skulls."

He laughed causing my face to take a long hard pause and question his mental health. "Don't be angry with me if they do. I tried to stay away."

"Why would I be angry?"

He pulled me towards him and made me sit on the chair while he sat on his desk."It's never easy telling you this..." he trailed.

"We got bigger problems at hand whatever it is you can tell me."

He let out a long breath. "It was my mother that cursed us."

"What the fuck!" I scrambled to my feet.
"Your mother why?"

"You have no idea how many times I apologized to you because of this." He put his hand over his mouth as if to stop himself from confessing.

"Why would your mother do this why would she curse us?"

He dropped his hand. "How much can you remember?" He asked.

"Nothing that gives me any vital information as to how we got put in this situation. I feel like it's there but I can't reach it. Like there is a lock and it's annoying me because I'm so confused."

"Well since you don't have all your memories and can't wait for them all to come back. I'll tell you this for the sixty-seventh time."

"You've told me this story sixty-seven times?" The breath got caught in my throat. Sixty-seven times did that mean sixty-seven lifetimes. I tried not to open that door for now. I'd come back to how old my soul was once I got the crutches of my mind back.