"Don't go. Please."I begged him. How could he be leaving me like this? It isn't fair. I thought he loved me. He turned to face me, and his eyes were slowly losing there green golden hue. "No no no no. You can't leave me!" Tears spilled down my cheeks onto his cold ones. "Please!" I screamed, banging my hand onto his chest. My sobbing became louder as his eyes slowly closed. "Please. You're all I have left! Please!" My chest became heavy and cold, and I knew this would be the death of me.
"Come on." My hands went over his heart and I started pumping faster and faster. "Come onnnn." I grunt, my tears blurring my vision.
When I saw his last breath leave his mouth, his eyes were white. And all I could think, was that it was all my faults.
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I shoot up from bed panting. My body covered in a cold sweat, making my shirt stick to my back and chest.
Good. I breath. It was just a nightmare. I kept trying to tell myself that, but it felt so...real. Those eyes. I know those eyes.
Shrugging it off, I lay back down on my bed, turning to face my window. Soon, my eyes began drifting away, and my mind was settled down. I heard a slight grunt and my body stiffens, squeezing the pillow my hand is under for comfort. I shut my eyes tight, hoping I'm just imagining things, but when I hear it again, I know something is in here.
Slowly, I turn around to face the other side of my bed, and have to cover my mouth with my hand to keep in the shriek. Focusing more on the figure, I can finally relax. It's just Simon.
Just Simon? No. I can't say 'just Simon' anymore. Cause I have a feeling he is much more.
But what about tomorrow? What if he isn't my mate? I feel so much when I'm with him, that I'm almost positive he is. Yet, something in the back of my mind tells me not to be disappointed at my ceremony.
"What are you thinkin' about." A grungy voice mumbles, tired from sleep. A smile lightly forms my lips, even though he can't see since his eyes are still closed.
"Tomorrow." I whisper my answer, half hoping Simon is too tired to even hear me.
Instantly, Simons eyes shoot open and he looks at me with concern. He sits up a little and leans against my headboard, crossing his arms over his bare chest. My eyes find there way to his abs and they open wide in shock.
Oh. My. Lord. He. Has. Abs.
Perfect. His abs look as if they were sketched from a book of gods, and just a little lower...
I blush and look up at Simon who is still siting in wonder.
"Tomorrow as in the ceremony?" He asks.
I nod my head and bite my bottom lip, sitting up to sit next to him.
Simon stares at the ceiling fan for a moment before sighing.
"Simon..." I try and word this just right, carful not to hurt his feelings. "Simon, if I find my mate tomorrow, and your-"
"Not it." He finishes for me, a statement more than a question.
I frown and slide down to where my head is on his chest. His warmth makes me want to cuddle in even more, but I don't, for the sake of his clothing.
One of my arms crosses over his chest. I trail small circles with my fingers on his soft skin.
"Yes. If your not it, but I'm almost positive you are, then what are we going to do?" I feel Simons muscles tighten and he doesn't speak for a while.
"Hopefully what you told me at the park." He answers.
I think back to how I said if the girl he loves, loves him back....
Is that what this is? All the emotions and fireworks I feel for Simon. Could it possibly be love? Even if I haven't found my mate?
"Simon-" tears threaten to escape me and I rub at my eyes.
"Shhh." Simon hushes me, rubbing my back slowly, soothing me. "You don't have to say anything." He assures me. "But I need to tell you how I feel."
I begin to shake my head in protest. He can't tell me how he feels. Not now. I'm not ready. Plus, the last time he did that was yesterday, and we ended up having a 'sleepover'.
"No. No listen, please."
The way he says the please makes me freeze. He sounded as I did in my dream. He needed me to listen, and I'm going to.
"Okay." I whisper, whipping the last tear off of my cheek.
"I know that your not ready. Your ceremony is tomorrow, and whoever you end up with," he pauses and sucks in a deep breath, "whoever it is, I will be happy for you." Simon squeezes my shoulder into him tightly and i try and hold back more tears.
"Please don't cry Bella." He pleads, kissing the top of my head.
"H-How did we even end up like t-this?" I shudder, my voice shaky from crying.
Simon sighs. "Try and get some sleep Bella." He kisses the top of my head one more time before slipping down a little lower and positioning me where one leg is over his and my head is resting on his chest.
I never noticed how tall Simon is until just now. He's at least a good 6'2, thanks to his werewolf. I seem so fragile compared to him. Yet I feel so safe.
And before long, I found myself in a deep sleep, dreaming about days if no worry and love.
