Chapter Twelve

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.:Damion's Pov:.

I sighed as I slowly got up. I could hear Krystal shuffling around in her room. I shook my head and walked to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and sighed. It was about time to get ready for work. I saw my pale complexion and sighed.

Man was Neo rubbing off on me. Well, I guess living like this causes problems. I sighed and heard the door open. I looked to my side. Krystal standing there with a towel in her hand. She looked at me.

She took off her clothes and tossed it in the hamper. She put a towel on and walked to the bath. She turned on the water and waited as it filled up. I sighed watching her. My heart was slowly breaking.

She was ignoring me. But for how long? I couldn't marry her like this. I sighed as she slipped into the bath. I quickly got in the shower. I took a 30 minute one. When I got out, Krystal was drying off.

I walked up to her and reached for my clothes. My body grazed hers. She just ignored it. I sighed as I quickly got dressed in my work attire. Krystal was brushing her hair when I walked up behind her.

"I'm going to be staying at Emma's for a while." She said, as she put the brush down.

"What? Why?" I asked, looking at her shocked.

"I think you know why, Damion. I'm sick of all this. So don't try stopping me." She said, as she stormed off to her room.

I growled at her attitude and ripped off my clothes, putting on some simple clothing. I followed her to her room and watched as she packed. I walked up to her and threw her on her bed. She shrieked. I got over her. Footsteps sounded, coming towards her room and I growled. There was knocking at the door and then voices.

It was Neo and Emma.

"Hey are you okay, Kry? What's wrong?" Neo said.

"We heard you shriek." Emma added.

"Shut up and go away." I growled.

I heard Emma whisper something and they slowly went away. I looked down at Krystal and growled. She looked at me, angrily. I stayed on her. She struggled against me, but I held her tight. I roughly crashed my lips to hers. She tried jerking away, but I angrily bit her lip.

She cried out and stopped struggling. I went to kiss her again. She didn't fight back as much. I growled as she began shaking underneath me. I pulled away from the kiss and glared at her, with hurt in my eyes.

"Is this how I have to treat you in order for us to communicate?!" I asked, as she looked at me.

"What are you talking about?" She growled out.

"I'm sorry, Kry. You're right. I was being a self-centered, asshole who only cared about some dead girl, but you have no idea how hard it was to get over it!!" I yelled, as my arms began to tremble.

I pulled myself off of her and sat on the ground. I curled up as I felt my emotions start attacking me. I heard Krystal's bed move, but I didn't pick up my head. I really didn't want her to see me like this.

I felt arms drape around my shoulders. I slowly looked up. Krystal was hugging me tight. She picked up her head and looked at me, heartbroken.

I felt my heart rip apart. I shook my head. Krystal leaned forward and gently pushed her lips to mine. Her kiss was sweet and delicate. I was afraid I would break her if I touched her. She slowly pulled away. She tried to keep her tears back.

"Why can't you love me? Because I'm not Charlotte? Is that it?" She asked, sounding desperate.

I looked at her and felt her tears. She tried to pull away, but I held onto her. She looked at me, shocked. I held her really tight.

"No, that's not it. It's because I'm afraid my love might break you."

.:Krystal's Pov:.

I watched as Damion left for work. I shut the door and sat back. I couldn't believe it. Had all that really happened? Did I just kiss Damion? I was so surprised with myself. I shook my head and looked for Emma.

I was going over to her house. I wasn't going to stay like I had planned to, but instead just go visit her. Damion said he wanted to go on a date so we could work things out. I was really kinda nervous.

Especially since...it's my first date with Damion!

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