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"Chaeri...chaeri...where are you?" A weak voice emerged within the darkness of the cabin. The place Jaemin resided in was pitched black, he boarded the windows. He dwelled with the absence of light, the same tenebrosity that had corrupted his heart and mind.
He hadn't been able to function without the love of his life, as cliche as it may sound, it was the truth. He had only felt one emotion ever since she left— vanquished. As if his heart was made of precious glass, the moment he found out of her disappearance, it shattered.
His heart was fragmented, he no longer felt anything but dispirited. Tears would stream down his stern face, his heart that was once disdainful, now cries like a little boy.
The time he shared with her certainly hadn't been the longest, yet it was enough for him to fall in love. She may not have been aware that he had been tailing her ever since she saved him that day.
A sense of loyalty, he felt that he had to protect her. Over the course of shadowing over her, he had come to realise of her nature, how sweet she was. Her actions were honeyed, before he realised, he was addicted to that sweetness.
Just like anyone with an addiction, with a sudden disappearance of his lover, he would without a doubt face withdrawal symptoms. Though no one could've seen it coming, how long the "symptoms" lasted was unforeseen.
It's been 5 years since she had left, not a single moment did he stop pondering about her whereabouts or her well-being. She had smitten him to a state of paralysis, he was like a soulless vassal— abandoned and empty.
There is a silence to his soul; He is fall leaves under frost. He would feel the chill in his blood, coldness bringing the synapses of his brain to a stand still. Part of it is a pain, yet one he can endure, one he can sleep through night after night without the anaesthesia of false hope. This is his winter; he awaits for spring and the chattering of the birds.
He patiently waits for the day sunshine would once again spark his life up, the day birdsongs would rhythmically bring joy to his life once again. The day he would smile upon meeting eyes with his lover, where the folds of her dress would drape over his hands. Where she would generously praise him with her gentle kisses.
As days past, the hope he had faded like a burnt out candle, though his desire still as strong. She was the lighter to his life, the sunshine that would shine lavishly into his despondent heart.
Now he is crestfallen without the existence of the love of his life, his first and only love. He laid on the cold hard ground, hallucinating and dreaming away— that he was still embraced and loved by her.
Hallucinations got so bad that he was suffering from memory loss, he soon had forgotten other irrelevant people; or the ones he regarded of less importance. He lost track of time, he couldn't differentiate between reality and dream. The events that took place in his dreams felt so real, it became part of his memories.
A lone tear escaped from the folds of his eyes, followed by an army of them. It is those tears that keep his soul alive in the furnace of that pain. They cannot extinguish what has been, yet only carry him forward until a time comes when that searing pain is distant enough to forget more than remember, and maybe one day erase itself from his brain.
So perhaps it may be an oddity to thank his tears and be proud to cry, yet if that's what saves him from becoming a monster, a person indifferent to suffering and sorrow, then crying is the wisest thing he can do.
His mates were beyond distraught in due to their leader's melancholy face. He locked himself in his room, not having the will to move. They initially sent food and water to his room thinking that was enough. However, Jaemin wouldn't budge from his corner, they had to spoon-feed him for the first few weeks.
They were distressed, it was like he was a corpse. He wouldn't do anything but the bare minimum. It was only after a few months he would start eating and sustaining a bit of life in him.
However, he still only took one meal a day. He couldn't find enough energy within him to do anything else. He was incapable of speaking and interacting with anyone.
Despite having people whom he loved and cared for around him, nothing seemed to be helping him withdraw from his sorrowful state. It may be the side effect of his soulmate's departure, it may be heaven's will that he is facing such a miserable fate.
Usually, humans wouldn't have felt such attachment towards their lover. Hence, wouldn't have felt so disheartened. Nonetheless, wolves had another form of loving, it is that once they mark their mate, it is like signing a contract with the god of love. Their will to love their significant other was more prominent than anything else.
His love grew exceedingly till the point of addiction, wolves can factually die from a broken heart. That is what he is facing in the present, slowly, if not treated, the esteemed and magnificent alpha would breath his last breathe. The only way an alpha could die young would be by a broken heart, alphas were born exceptionally powerful, they could withstand any type of injury or sicknesses with their mighty regenerating nature— they were close to immortality.
He simply couldn't believe what was written in the letter he had received on the 7th day of her disappearance. It stated that she had departed in due to a carriage accident, she was apparently escaping from him in due to the terror she had of him. She had seemingly found a town outside of the dim forest, after exploring the forest in hopes of finding an escape, she had finally done it. Except, she didn't make it out alive.
A melancholic love story.
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The end.
lots of love, yomi
or not~ would i be such a cruel writer to my beloved readers? i wonder. <3
