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𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫
I was alone. Absolutely and completely alone. And I was dying. I must be. There's no way to explain the amount of pain coursing through my body, other than as death.
My heart was gone, half of it missing. I could feel the absence of the organ in the empty void it left. The pain was like a thousand suns, burning a fire through my chest cavity until it hurt to breathe.
It was like breathing underwater, I couldn't suck in air fast enough. I was drowning and hyperventilating, and dying.
The sound of my choked sobs cut through the clearing, breaking the silence of the forest around me. I wanted to scream, to cry out in pain, the hurt too much to bear. But all I could manage was short, gasping cries.
My mind was reeling, going through the last five minutes over and over trying to make sense of what just happened. But it was no use, because it didn't make sense. My mind was spinning to the point of dizziness. I felt light headed and sick to my stomach.
Emmett left me.
He left.
And he took my heart with him.
I was finally able to gulp down enough air to release a single cry of pain, the fire in my chest getting worse if possible. Spinning around I stumbled over my feet. I couldn't see where I was going, my vision blurry as I started moving in the direction of home.
My feet were barely functioning as I began to tear through the forest, my steps stumbling me into tree branches and nearly tripping over rocks. I need to get over the line. That was the only coherent thought running through my head as I moved toward the reservation lands.
I was dying.
I was sure of it.
My heart was going to give out, unable to handle this amount of pain. The burning was spreading, eating away my flesh and bone. Destroying me.
I didn't want to die alone, I needed someone with me. I needed Emmett but he was gone.
"Paul," I called out, my voice cracking and barely audible through my sobs.
My head was light as air, my vision blurring even further, as pain seared through my skull. Was this how I died? From heartache? Was that even a thing or was this all in my head? It felt too real to be a figment of my imagination.
I swallowed thickly, trying to suck in air before calling out again, this time louder. "Paul!" I was shouting his name through my sobs, hoping it was loud enough to gain the attention of the shifter I knew was patrolling this area. Hell, I'd even take Jared or Sam at this point. I just needed someone to take away this pain.
A sharp pain struck my heart, forcing me to double over, my hand going to my chest as I let out a cry. Just the pressure of my hand over the area caused the pain to increase tenfold. The pain was so intense, so real. My stomach twisted in response, nausea pooling in my gut.
