THEY SAY,
THERE ARE 5 STAGES OF GRIEF
"Lucas, she's gone."
I watch as his mother tries to calm him down by patting his back.
"Don't you dare say that. She's not dead."
He glare at his mother and brush off her touches and walks out of the house.
-DENIAL
A loud crash from upstairs wake me up from my nap. I glance over to the window and the sky is dark. I get off the couch and turn on all the lights.
Then another loud crash pierces through my ears. My head turn to the stairs leading up to the second floor where his room is located. I sigh.
I walk upstairs towards his room and peek through the small gap of his door. He is destroying around all the things in his room. I observe him from far. I can see the mirror crack from being punch by him as the result of his bloody knuckles.
I do nothing but watch him intently. I let him do whatever he wants to let out his grief. His mate is gone and she will never come back.
-ANGER
I watch him as he sobs in front of her grave for the hundredth time this week, praying to the moon goddess.
"I'll do anything. Please give her back to me."
He kneels down staring sadly at his mate's grave.
-BARGAINING
It's been a month since she left us and we all haven't seen him for the same amount of time. He just abandon us and coop up in his room. He refuses to eat and refuse to express himself to us especially his parents and sister.
His father temporarily attend to the alpha's work and help me manage the aftermath of what happen. I try so hard for him to open up and express himself but I fail.
Didn't we all fail?
-DEPRESSION
He eats and spend less time in his room. I have been watching him cautiously, afraid he will lash out at me or at us. It's the fifth month since she left us and nothing have ever be the same.
But today, I watch him spend his evening at her grave. He just sit there, staring blankly at her name repeatedly but this time no tears, just a weak smile.
-ACCEPTANCE
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Ryan Seymour's POV
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