Love will still remain

Chapter 25

Gwens POV

I began walking home with the biggest smile on my face. It seemed as though all my worries had magically flown out some window. All I could think about was him. His smile, his eyes, his voice, everything. I just couldn't seem to get this guy out of my head. But I didn't really mind it. He made me happy... and I haven't been this happy in a long time.

As I walked along home I began to hum to a little tune. I walked through an ally as a short cut, humming without a care in the world until I accidentally crashed into someone.

"Oh my goodness! I-I-I'm so s-sorry" I looked up and got a good look at who I bumped into. I gasped, then froze, feeling a panic attack coming on. "M-m-Meg?!"

I focused on my breathing. Meg was here... she was here! She looked horrible. She was obviously starving, with pale skin and deep circles under her eyes. A could swear was on her brow, and she looked miserable. She looked as though death was at her door, but I quickly realized that it probably was. She collapsed weakly to the ground, like a baby deer first trying to walk. I quickly dropped to her side and noticed she was crying. It looked like she had trouble breathing. Tears came to my own eyes, seeing her suffer like this.

"Gwen..." she wheezed. "I-I am so sorry.." she didn't have enough energy to sob, only choked on her own tears the betrayed her cracking voice. "I couldn't bear to live after... what I d-did to you.. And you f-father.." her voice was so hoarse and raspy I could barely make out what she was saying. I held her hand in a comforting way and pushed some hair out of Meg's face, as tears streamed out my own eyes. "W-what are you doing... how can you show me sympathy..." Her voice cracked again and she turned away from me. I put my hand to her forehead and felt she was burning up.

"You're sick." I stated "y-you need help."

"N-no... let me die." She croaked out "let me be with your mother."

"Meg... My m-moms alive." She gasped and her eyes widened.

"W-what?"

"L-let me get you h-h-help, and I'll sh-show you." She hesitated for a moment then nodded. "I'll be r-right b-back." I gently laid her weak head on the ground, then ran to flag down a carriage. After much effort, I was finally able assist Meg into the carriage, and to the Destler manor. Once we arrived I could feel her nervousness. Nevertheless, she allowed me to lead her to the house. She barely made it to the door, she was so weak. I pounded on the door, desperate to get this woman help.

The door opened, revealing Nadir whose eyes instantly widened at the sight of this broken woman in front of him. "H-h-help her." I cried desperately.

"Allah..." nadir muttered under his breath along with a string of curses. He then turned "Erik! Get out here!" He turned back to Meg. "Forgive me for this." He muttered. In one fluent motion he swept Meg into his arms, bridal style. I hear heavy foot steps heading our way.

"What do you want old man, I'm bu-" he was cut off when he saw nadir carrying a dying Meg into the house. Like nadir he let out a string of curses, but quickly closed his mouth when he saw me. He look concerned, confused, and upset, considering a dying woman who tried to kill his fiancé was dragged in by his freak daughter who had tears streaming down her face. Totally normal situation.

"What is she doing here?" My father asked. I wasn't sure if he was angry or confused... maybe both?

"D-daddy! P-please... you have to h-help her!" I pleaded. He looked torn. He has to help her! He wouldn't just leave her to die... Would he..?

"Get her to a guest room." He ordered then turned and walked away. Nadir quickly disappeared up the stairs and I was left just standing there. My father came back a few minutes later with an arm full of blankets and small bottles. He was carefully balancing the bottles on the folded blankets in one hand, then carefully tossed me his handkerchief with the other before disappearing up the stairs. I dabbed at my tear stained face and composed myself.

"Gwen? Sweetie what's going on?" I turned to see my mom coming from the bottom level, or the 'lair' as father likes to call it. Oh no... how am I supposed to break the news to mom... I can't exactly say 'hey! By the way your ex-best friend who tried to kill you is upstairs dying!' That just would not be good. I have to tell her though. I take a deep breath.

"Mom... it's Meg." I see her eyes get wide.

"What? What about her?!" She demands urgently.

"S-s-She's upstairs"

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I have on question, and one question only:

Megdir?

Sorry it's been a while since updating, I was on vacation then school testing started, but I'll be working and writing more. Thanks yall!