Chapter-44 Miserable me

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Dear Luke,

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Dear Luke,

My mother always tells me that when you love a person, you would do anything for them to keep them safe, even if it meant hurting them in the process. Maybe that's what I am doing to you. I am running far away from you to protect you.

Forgive me but this for the best, I cannot let those people harm you.

I've never been in love nor had someone in my life to call my family. All my life, I've been running from one thing or other. I was in nothing but complete agony until I met you. Remember the first time we met, you brought me anklets. When I first saw you, instead of feeling afraid, I felt safe. Maybe that's because you were my mate but that was such a strange emotion for me since I was so used to sleeping with my eyes open.

Every time I see a shooting star, I would wish for a family, a person to go home to. A person who will love me and cherish me with everything they had. How much can a wish be impossible to make it true that the whole sky turns dark? My life was like that too, dark and scary. But like the star, you came into my life making all my wishes true. Even though the time we spent together was less than a month, you made me the happiest person on the world giving me all the best memories to cherish on. I'll live with reliving those memories, it's enough for me.

Once again, I am sorry for hurting you but you deserve the best.

Promise me that you will not hurt yourself over this. Promise me that you'll find a new mate who could love yourself and be with you without making you choose. I want you to be happy. I know, I haven't said those three words out loud to you but do know that I love you with all my might.

My mom is right, when you love a person with so much intensity, you'll not think twice to burn yourself and that's what I am doing. I am doing this for you, for us.

Hell, I don't even know what I am writing. See, I swore, I used the word hell, the one you use often. I'll miss you, I'll miss your warmth, the way you made me happy, the way you made me feel safe, the way you learnt to cook for me, I'll miss everything about you.

I love you, I know I should've said this out loud to you instead of confessing it in the paper like a coward. But I know I'm too weak to deal with the pain of hurting you more. You may wonder why am I saying it now because I want you know that I didn't leave you because I don't love you. I left you because I love you too much that I don't want you to get hurt.

Don't search for me. This is my last wish from my bucket list. If you do that, I'll be happy that I get to fulfill all my wishes with you. Sorry and thank you.

P.S: I still have a part of you with me, remember? So don't worry.

With love,

Your Wallflower.

Love you <3


I reread the letter for the nth time, it's the only thing that keeps me sane. She left, she left because of me. If only I told her the truth before, she wouldn't have left me. I should've told her that I am the king and as long as I am alive, I'll keep her safe. I should've told her that I don't care about the things she's done before and I'll always love her no matter what.

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