XAVIER IS DYING

Xavier is Dying: 32

chapter 32

Xanders POV:

"Dante, pleaseeee can I play with you!" I sobbed, not understanding why he wouldn't play with me.

"No, these are my friends and you're my kid little brother." He huffed back before running off.

Sniffles surround the suddenly cold air around me as I drop to the ground, staring at the grass.

"Hey." A voice said.

Glancing up, I followed the converse, jeans and blue hoodie to meet the face of Aries. Future leader of the pack.

Stumbling to my feet, I wiped my nose and eyes before looking at him once again.

"sorry." I mumbled.

"For what?" He asked goofily, tipping his head to the side. "I just wanted to say its okay, you don't need to be sad. Im sure you have your own friends who are way cooler than Dante and I."

"No." I sighed, looking down at my scuffed shoes.

"Well, you'll find them, you're too cool not to! I wish I had a brother sometimes. I'll talk to Dante, let him know we don't mind you joining in."

"Thank you." I replied to the slightly taller boy before he grinned and ran off back to his friends.

____

I shot awake in the bundle of crumpled covers around me. Breathing heavily, I clutched my chest  and glanced at my surroundings. All that met my eyes were the dark empty surroundings of my guest room.

My room lay empty. I couldn't sleep in it. Everything in there was a memory of him. The mirror, the bed, the closet...the window. God I couldn't even breathe in there so I stayed in this bare room with a single dresser and a king bed.

I was a mess. The kingdom was falling apart. Zac among other kings stepped in to help until the threat was eliminated. No one knew why. No one could know why. But I'd heard the rumours.

People thought I was dead. Or that I'd gone mad. They thought I couldn't handle the pressure and went missing again, back to my old life. Everything but the truth and it stayed that way. There was only one rumour I cared for. The rumour from the red moon pack.

The rumour that I abandoned everyone and let the tilted crown get to my head. That I thought I was too strung high to hang out with commoners. Including my mate. That I was a spiteful king with power flowing through my veins too powerful to care for others.

I knew he was hurting and I knew he was the one saying those things. He didn't contact me again after the incident at the castle. He pretended I didn't exist. He was thriving this time without me. The pack was stronger than ever.

He was okay without me.

Meanwhile I couldn't breathe without him.

I couldn't breathe at all. The lump settled in my throat making it impossible to inhale. Tears free fell down my face as I clutched the bed post, trying to crawl out of the suffocating sheets. I needed fresh air. I needed to open the window. Yes. If I opened the window it would be okay.

I could hardly crawl but I got there, ripping the curtains down, enveloping the room in the moonlight. It reflected off every surface in the room.

"Xander, oh Xander honey!" Mother called as she barrelled into the room, seeing me surrounded in the fallen curtains, moonlight glistening off my tear-filled eyes, gasping for breath as I clawed at my chest.