A Thousand Years | 𝐆𝐮𝐆𝐮

Chapter 20|ᴅᴇɴᴏᴜᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ

Grief is the price we pay for love. 

Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it’s true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn’t fade and the scars don’t heal, and it’s too damned late.

For hours all they did is bask on the unfathomable agony they are currently experiencing. It was like someone bulldozed through their hearts and forcibly ripped it when the wound opened up.

Like sinking your wounds to the cruel salt water. To mourn and grieve for a child they failed to protect. There was no one else to blame but themselves. Their carelessness and decision-making have been flawed- like every being in this world.

They've never been perfect, neither have you.

But the regret outweighs the logical thoughts when you are in pain. So they seek solace in each warmth they can provide for one another. When will they move from grievance to acceptance?

Absolutely not today... or the next month... or for the years to come.

That is for sure.

Absolute.

Gusion and Guinevere haven't moved from their spot since the morning. They remained frozen in front of Harith's grave, disbelief and refusal to accept reality is all they embraced. It comforted them... slightly. To believe in an illusion that Harith is fine. That the moment they move from their spot, the kid will welcome them with a big smile and open arms, waiting for them to embrace him delicately like he always wanted and crave for.

Like they always give him.

The sun started to set as the golden time gently lighten their skin to golden tan. Gusion thought that Guinevere needs to eat already. They have skipped breakfast and lunch because all they did is mourn. He looks at her as she remained staring at the same spot she have been looking at literally three hours ago.

Her black hair gently swayed into the air as the ponytail he gave her a while ago is still intact to her shiny and soft hair. His heart clenched painfully as no trace of light and happiness remained to her once shimmering green orbs.

It was a shell of someone who lost everything.

He gently touched her cheeks that have dried streak of tears and blood. He inspected her arms and saw multiple burns, it slightly turned purple from the swelling. He bit his lips realizing that it probably came from her embracing Harith while he was scorching hot.

She was healing slowly because her magic is unstable. She couldn't heal herself willingly due to trauma and the only thing that is keeping her alive is the unconscious regeneration of her body.

Gusion can feel her slipping away from his grasp.

They were happy just literally days ago. It's mind-blowing how fast the night changes.

"Guin, I need to clean your wounds." He whispered gently to her as he reached out for her wounds.

She immediately slapped his hands that are caressing and trying to comfort her. "I don't want to move." She coldly mutters.

"Come on, we will just clean it, okay-"

"I SAID I DON'T WANT TO MOVE!"

Gusion jumps from her loud scream as tears started to fall from her eyes once again. "I'M NOT LEAVING HARITH IN HERE! DO YOU GET IT?! HUH?! I WANT TO STAY HERE FOREVER!"