Save Me

CHAPTER 30: CONFESSION

Twen's POV

"It's James. Do I know you?" He said, his voice a gentle breeze. As he turned to face me, the hope I had dared to feel shattered like fragile glass. My outstretched arm slowly fell to my side. My head, heavy with disappointment, hung low. I closed my eyes, the pain in my heart reflected in the tears that fell from my eyes.

He's not Jamie. I thought as I gazed into the sky, tears still rolling down my cheeks. Jamie is gone, and he will never be back, a mantra I'd been repeating to accept Jamie's death. Yet, despite my efforts, I'm still hoping Jamie will return to me deep down.

I'm delusional.

I rubbed my face, wiping the tears away; my vision cleared of the veil of water on my eyes. He now stood closer to me and stared at my face, probably examining it, hoping to remember it from somewhere. He looked confused and concerned, likely brought on by my sudden tears.

"He's not him, but they kind of look alike, and his scent; there's a hint of Jamie," pointed out Silvermore. My brows furrowed as I studied him; he was taller than Jamie and was more fit and muscular. While they shared the same hair color, Jamie was notably thinner and older. Although he, too, was pale, Jamie was exponentially more. Lastly, he was an Alpha, and even though I don't know and will never know what Jamie was, I knew he wasn't.

Despite the stranger being an Alpha, I wasn't afraid of him. Maybe it was the familiarity of his scent. I exhaled as I stuck my foot out and slowly got closer to him. The night sky allowed only a glimpse of his features to be visible at a distance. I could tell how much more he towered over me when the gap between us was smaller. With our newfound proximity, the moonlight allowed the visibility of his crystal blue eyes. They were Jamie's eyes. The flood of tears erupted again as I lifted my arm and reached out to touch his face, specifically the outer corner of his eye and cheekbone. I never thought I'd be able to see them again.

"Twen? What are you doing?" Liam's voice cut through the moment, jolting me back to reality, my fingers inches away from the stranger's face. I turned toward Liam, his expression a mixture of concern and maybe anger. I lowered my arm and took a few steps back as Liam approached. He's angry I didn't stay put. I thought as he stomped over; I wiped my face clean of any tears and then nervously rubbed my hands together.

"Are you okay? Why are you crying?" he asked as he looked between the stranger and me. The stranger lifted his hands and took a step back. "I didn't do anything. He called out to me, then started crying," he exclaimed, confusion evident in his voice. Liam took hold of my hand and turned me towards him. "What's wrong? Tell me."

"Did he do something to you?" He questioned. I shook my head no. "Then what is it?" Before I could respond, Alpha and Luna walked out of the tent.

"Liam? What's happening?" Questioned Luna.

"James, there you are. What are you doing here?" A woman's voice broke through the tension and drew our attention towards her. Stepping out from behind the Alpha and Luna was a man who stood beside the woman. They both smelled like the stranger, and they all looked like Jamie in a way.

"I was playing with the children, and that's when...this rogue? Called out to me and broke down in tears."

"Is that true, Twen? Do you know this person?" asked Luna. Liam turned his head to face me again. "No," I replied, shaking my head.

"But you knew my name," commented the stranger.

"Y-Your name is James," I stuttered, turning my head to face him. "Not Jamie." I glanced at Liam, and I could see his brows furrowed from the corner of my eye. "Why would you call him Jamie, Twen? I-Is he Jamie?"