My Only Love [PG13+] *EDITING*

25. What Is Life?

I know I said this would be the last chapter but I tried to sum it all up but it didn't work and I ended up frustrated. THERE IS ONE CHAPTER LEFT: CHAPTER 26. 

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25. What Is Life?
Gabrielle’s POV

“Hi,” I smiled as he came in, a bouquet of wildflowers in one hand and what looked to be Chinese take-out to the left. As always I eyed his shoes, watching as they took what seemed like hesitant steps towards me.

‘He’s nervous.’ My wolf said calmly. Lately she’d been this way that sometimes I wonder what there was to be calm about at all. We lost our memory…how could she be so level-headed? I heard my wolf sigh inside me. ‘We’re going to be fine. Our mate is doing everything he can to help you remember…I’d rather we don’t.’

As always my wolf would tell me that she would rather not know about our past—rather not think about all the horrible things that she said had happened to us but me? I guess I know the main reason why I’d like to remember…I want to remember of Jarred…of my sister, Stephenie. Of why I felt so…empty, inside.

“Hi, Gabby.” He said, smiling softly at me as he sets down the bouquet of wildflowers among all the others. My room smelt of the richest perfume of flowers because every day Jarred visited he would bring some more and as always he’d bring me food, yesterday was Mexican and obviously today was Chinese.

I watched as my mate pulled out a chair—the one he’d requested inside as I wasn’t allowed any other visitors except for him, Stephenie, Corrine and Jordan. Jarred told me he wouldn’t want me confused…I guess he’d have trouble with that because I knew that I would be getting released soon.

When I woke up, I didn’t know my surroundings as my vision was blurred—however, I saw  a pair of gorgeous, Caribbean blue eyes. I needed to know who he was and so I asked him. To say he was shocked is completely stupid—he was more than shocked. He was heartbroken.

And then my wolf told me he was my mate and I understood.

 Jarred began playing with his fingers and I smiled. From the short time that I knew him I knew that he got nervous easily—not around me of course. He doesn’t know that I know that he’s my mate. I’m not quite ready to tell him…it’s not that I like to watch him squirm when I ask him why he comes every day but it’s because  I don’t know how to tell him. I don’t know how to say, ‘Hey, Jarred, you’re my mate and I want you in my pants’. I guess my wolf tells me that I exaggerate that but I couldn’t exactly go all deep and meaningful to him and ask him: ‘Hey Jarred, you’re my soulmate. I belong to you—you belong to me. Forever’.

I wouldn’t do that if he only felt obligated to me. It just wouldn’t feel right.

‘Gabrielle,’ my wolf called, sounding as if she was about to reprimand me—she did that a lot. ‘He wouldn’t be here if he felt obligated to us. He needs to be here. He’s ours.’

‘And how would you know?’ I asked right back at her, ‘You said he was our mate. Where’s the link?’

‘It broke when we died.’ she said in a ‘duh’ tone.

‘I thought it was a forever thing?’ I asked, feeling smart that I could easily form a comeback at her.

‘I wonder why we’re linked together.’ She says in a disapproving tone, ‘You can be an idiot sometimes. It is a forever thing—in the living world. You died.’