When Blindfolds Fall

30: Your Love Is All I'll Take [END]

"Josiah?" Beth Anthurium knocked on the door of Viktor's bedroom where her brother was. "Honey, will you please open the door?"

"GO AWAY, JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" Josiah shouted from within, making the noble lady jump and tear up. "I DON'T WANT TO SEE OR TALK TO ANYONE THAT IS NOT MY MATE!

I WANT MY HUSBAND, I WANT MY MATE, I WANT MY LIFE WHEN I WAS FUCKING STUPID AND I DIDN'T KNOW ANYTHING OF WHAT I DO NOW!!"

Beth's chin trembled in sadness and she looked at the ground dejected. It had barely been two hours after Viktor's trial concluded and his fate was sealed.

Already though, Josiah changed.

He was furious with everyone. With Viktor for lying to him for so long, for taking Gwyneth away, but more than anything with everybody else that forced him to see this reality.

He was perfectly happy in his ignorance, and Viktor never intended any direct harm to him, he knew that for a fact. Why was his life with him suddenly everybody's business? What was this sense of self-serving justice everyone apparently had the right to have and now destroyed his life?

He would never forgive them. They took everything away from him, starting from his pre-destined mate and now to the man he chose despite his many flaws.

Who here was righteous enough to judge Viktor? Most certainly nobody, not even the king himself.

Yet amidst all this wrath and resentment, the reality of the matter was weighing the ambassador down. In just a matter of hours, Viktor was to be executed.

So, what about all the hopes and dreams he had with him? Did that not matter to anyone?

The whole kingdom was so caught up trying to do what was right for everyone, that they ignored what could become of the person closest to him. That's what pained Josiah the most.

At the end of the day, nothing changed now that everyone knew Viktor's true colors. They would all wake up the next evening and go about their lives without ever thinking back on this again. No one would feel grief, guilt, or maybe even remember this by the next month. It would all fade away for everybody.

But for Josiah?

He would wake up in the middle of the morning every day, wondering if what he heard was his voice or the wind. If what he felt envelop him in a calm warmth in his sleep was the blanket or his arms. He would live in an illusion, a world without color that didn't quite feel real because how could it be so cold? So empty without him.

The traces of his scent would linger for years on the bed, haunting him and robbing his stability every night that he came back to it and found that the scent was a little fainter than yesterday. His clothes would remained hung in the closet next to his, confusing and making him wonder when he would come back.

How could he move on when every inch of his existence was touched by this man? The ghost of him would never be real no matter how much he wished it so. And how long would he live before the pieces of his eternal bond dissolved in time?

Did no one think of that?

No matter how he looked at it, Josiah could not find a way out of this grief. He had so many regrets already. Had he known this would happen, he would have never fought with Viktor and gifted him everything he had and more.

"Josiah?" A knock on the door and Dmitri's voice broke Josiah's silence for a second.

"Go away Dmitri. Leave me alone." Josiah sobbed and rubbed his eyes.

"Look, I can't even imagine how you must be feeling right now, but I--"

"If you don't, then leave! You can't understand me, and frankly, I don't want to be understood! I don't want anything from anyone, you're all a part of this! Did anyone ever think of that?!"