三十九

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I sobbed in his arms, as he just quietly rocked me. "It's alright, it's alright." He whispers, as his voice cracks while saying that. I could tell it hurt him way more than it hurt me, but he was trying to stay strong. For me.

"I don't want to...I don't want to marry him..." I cried, as suddenly, he stops rocking. "Evan?" I look at him, to find him staring at me with a strange look. He suddenly seemed so...serious. 

"(Y/n), what if we run away?" He asks me, sounding proud of himself. I paused. We could really try that idea!...but what if... what if Faviar...what if Faviar found out? Than what would he do to Evan?

"I'm sorry Evan, you're too precious for me to do that to. If he finds out, it'll probably be the end for you. I can't risk that Evan." I gently sob, not wanting to discuss this any further. 

He doesn't respond, as expected. As I bawled in his lap, a person came in. "Princess, you are to leave this place, as your mother is calling you home." One of my maids declare.

I stood up, dusted myself, and walked out the door. "Alright. Let's go then." I muttered. "Alright Princess."

I got home, only to find prince Favier sitting in our living room. "Mother? Father? What is he doing here?" I ask, not even bothering to hide my distain. "Well. he's here for business." My mom smiles, but I can see the sadness hidden in her eyes. 

I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "Huh. As in selling me." "No-" I walked away before she could finish here sentence. I'm so done with her. Why was she siding with him? Why? 

I grumpily went to my room, and slammed my doors, loud enough for everything to shake, and echo. "(Y/n)! You dare give me that attitude?" My mom shouts from down there." I ignore her.

I don't want this. Get me out this marriage. I hate. I cried in my room, telling myself how I hated everything, and how I wanted Evan to be with me. 

"Evan, oh Evan... I wish you were here with me...." I cried, but knowing he won't be here. "Oh how I miss you so much already...I wish I didn't leave your house just yet..." I wept.

Faviar POV:

I stood outside the door, as I hear her crying for some random man. The air around me suddenly drops. Your mine now. Mine, and nobody else's. I thought, and walked away.

I will gain your love. It will happen over time. You just need to wait. I'll be better than that Evan guy. Way much better. I'll be so much better than him that you forget who he is.

(Y/n) POV:

As months pass by, it was our wedding, than congratulations. Before the wedding though, me and Evan did a "little thing", to remember each other bye.

We agreed to see each other once in a while, to elope, and have our lovely time with each other, like I was never married. But I must've not been sneakier enough, because one day, he just vanished into thin air.

I tried searching nearly everywhere for him. What could've possibly happened to him? As soon as I wondered, it was all going to be answered.

One day, I walked into this mysterious dark room, as I never seemed to notice it before. It was one of my breaks, as I was having a nice walk, only to realize this was a place. 

It was so dark, and quiet. But something felt wrong. Like, very wrong. When I fumbled, and tried looking for the light to open, things weren't very pleasant. 

"Evan..." I whispered, as I see pieces of his skin cut from him, and his whole body was bruised and battered. But the worst thing was that he wasn't even alive. He was dead.

Wasn't breathing. Not faking. Real dead-ass dead. I fell to my knees, and wept. How did this happen? 

"I see you have found this place already. I wasn't going to show you this. You shouldn't be here you know." He smiles creepily. "Why? Why?!" I yelled.

You think I haven't noticed? You think I haven't noticed on how much time you spend with him eloping? You were supposed to be spending your time with me! Not him!" He yells.

"What have I ever done to you do deserve that? I've tried, I've tried giving you love, lots of love...yet things never work out. Never!" He screams.

"The child in your stomach is probably his too!" He laughs, unable to hide the madness. "You know what? You know what? I'm done with you." He sneers.

He grabs me by my hair, and drags me to our room. "I've tried nice. I really have. Don't blame me for what happens next. 

LA FIN

A/n

Rushed ending. I was sort of half asleep, while trying to write this. So things in here may make no sense. Or maybe grammar mistake.



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