Under Your Scars || Sebastian Sallow x MC

Chapter 37 - The Bleeding : Part 2

Tu étais formidable, (You were wonderful)

j'étais fort minable (I was pathetic) 

Nous étions formidables (We were wonderful)

Formidable

-Stromae

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Sebastian POV

Why is it always fucking raining on the worst days of my life?

Rain splashed and wind whipped against the opaque castle windows of the faculty tower. I despised the rain.  It was just depressing, as if I ever needed a reminder to be utterly hopeless and miserable.

My feet involuntarily carried me up the final flight of stairs as if by instinct. I was not the least bit concerned that I was still only half clothed. It had to be around two in the morning, and I could not be blamed if I inadvertently scarred someone for life with my bare torso. It was their fault if they were roaming the corridor so late.

I skulked through my living quarters straight to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind me. I dropped the bundle of clothes and waved my hand across the candelabras, only to illuminate the most poignant reminder of her.

Her sweet, dimply smile mocked me from the collection of photos displayed on my desk. Every flat surface of the workspace was occupied by stacks of books I had accumulated from the Restricted Section.

All for her.

I marched across the room, furiously clearing the desk with a swipe of my arm. The photos and tomes tumbled onto the floor in a cacophony of thuds, ruffling pages and shattering glass.

"FUUUCK!" I screamed at the ceiling before collapsing into my chair. I propped my elbows on my knees and hung my head in my hands.

With heaving breaths, I ran my hands through my hair in an attempt to sooth myself. I cursed myself for leaving her. I should have said something, ANYTHING. I should have apologized, begged for her forgiveness on my knees.

SOMETHING.

It was negligent enough that I hadn't ensured she had a potion before bed, then I had to go and-

"Shit." 

My hands, still tangled in my hair, clenched into fists. A sharp stinging spread throughout my scalp as I nearly pulled my hair from the roots. 

This is bad. This is very bad.

I sprung from my chair and stumbled back to the pile of discarded clothing in search of my satchel and wand. Our Dreamless Sleep shipments were not due until the end of the week, meaning I was currently in possession of our only remaining stash. 

"Accio Dreamless Sleep"

Seven purple vials hurled out of the satchel and into my waiting hand. I counted them over and over, checking the satchel again to ensure I was not mistaken. If I still had a heart, which I was nearly certain I didn't, I would have thrown it up.

I had cut it too close. Only seven vials left, and at least six nights would pass before our shipment arrived. Garreth could only brew so fast, and his workload had just doubled with the new customer I had referred to him.