Saving His Broken Mate

Chapter 24

⚠️MATURE CONTENT⚠️ I WILL MARK WHEN IT STARTS AND STOPS

TW⚠️ KILLING AND BLOOD

I gasp when entering the castle, millions of memories flowing over me. Countless games of tag, dancing and other activities being performed in the grand hallways. Pausing, I take a moment and close my eyes, just to let it all in, let the warmth and feel of home consume me. Before restoring my memories I had thought I knew what home felt like, but it is just now that I have entered this building that I truly know it.

When I open my eyes, there I see me and Hero standing in front of me, his arms around my waist and mine around his neck. He wears a open white button up shirt with long sleeves along with black trousers, his feet bare. I am a matching white dress, it is loose and short, my feet bare as well. We sway back and fourth as light pours in, highlighting the room in glittery sunlight.

"In another life," I hear myself whisper.

It is just now I realize his eyes are red and raw, tears flowing from them like a river. "I'll always love you, Assilem." His voice cracks.

He reaches into his back pocket, grabbing a shinny silver dagger that reflects the sunlight, almost blinding me. The end catches my dress lifting it up slightly as Hero pulls the dagger up between us.

A light giggle floats through the air, "even in death you are trying to get a peak," the badly timed joke does just enough to get Hero to crack a smile.

"I look forward to your jokes in the next life, my love." He kisses my lips, even as I am just watching the scene play out, I can feel his kiss on my lips.

"As I look forward to feeling your warmth again," my past self smiles a bright white smile. My heart sinks at how lightly I was seeming to be taking the situation, I remember thinking to myself that the most important thing was to not make him feel as sad. "I love you, Hitcher."

"I love you, Assilem." He urgently smashes his lips against mine, but my eyes catch on his painful look.. then his hand sneaking up between our throats, sliding it across mine. Our mouths break apart but our foreheads stay pressed together, his eyes watching as the crimson blood pours out of my mouth and sliced throat and I look up at him one more time, mouthing 'I'll miss you', and I fall into him.

Sobs rake through his body as he shoves his face into my wavy hair. "Assilem! No no no! I'm sorry! Don't go!" He screams. Hero falls to his knees, holding me tightly to him. Our white garments are down drenched in blood. The pure white is no longer innocent but is now tinted in red horror.

Minutes later he gets up leisurely with me in his arms and exits the house through the back door where a field of green grass, a lake and special willow tree lie, I want to follow him but I am unable to move.

Hero grabs my hand taking me out of the memory, pulling me along with him as he rushes up the main staircase. I force a giggle, "what's the rush?!" I exclaim still giggling, slowly but surely my laughs become real. Pushing the awful memory to the back of my mind. I am here in the present with Hero, not in the past, things will be different this time. I know they will.

He laughs loudly as he speeds up, until we are full in sprinting through the halls. "I am in no rush! I am simply having fun!" Hero slows down only to throw me over his shoulder and enters the room that we have occupied in every life.

Many nights of sex, arguing, fashion shows and much more has happened here. A memory of me making Hero dress up flashes in my mind makes me giggle more.

The room is sparkly clean, not a speck of dust in sight, but the same smell from every life stays the same. Our pack has made sure to keep everything the exact way it was left. My heart swells at how close we are with our pack, I love them all so much.