Aurora:
In a world where love had to be earned I would never be good enough. I was the black sheep in the family, the witch without magic.
While my sister excelled in every type of way I had to suffer in silence, tormented by the people I should ha...
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Aurora
My entire body was overflowing with pain but it wasn't from the stairs. I was sure that a few of my bones were broken but that didn't matter when there was such an overflowing sense of guilt and grief.
He had walked away from me and our relationship and even though his assumptions were wrong I couldn't shake the feeling that I was at fault.
He laid me down on his bed, covering me in his scent that reminded me that 'we' weren't all lost. Maybe I could still convince him.
My body shook as I tried to get into a more upright position but the more I was able to lift my head from his pillow, the more the pain grew.
He was acting weird, an amount of emotion crossing his face that I had never seen on the surface of his cold facade.
Something was definitely wrong.
I watched as he took his head into his hands, ripping at his hair as if he was purposely trying to hurt himself.
Scared I crawled towards the edge of the bed so I could reach out for him.
He opened his mouth in a scream but only a pained wail came out, reminding me of a wounded animal. My heart broke. His body shook on the ground and at that moment I was sure that he wasn't here with me anymore.
Feeling desperate and panicked because of our distance I crawled from the bed with shaky muscles, falling onto the ground next to him. His breathing was rugged and soon I could see why. Tears were falling from his eyes that shook me to the core.
He never cried. Never.
My hands went to his head, trying to pry his hair out of his hold so he would stop ripping out the strands and hurting himself. But my inability to stop him told me just how helpless I was.
He was suffering and I couldn't do anything about it.
In desperation I put my hands on top of his, hoping that somewhere in his mind he could still feel that I was there for him. Wherever he was right now.
As his body convulsed on the ground tears flowed down my own face, drenching both of our clothes.
No, I needed to stay strong for him now.
I gave up on my tries to pry his hands out of his hair and instead moved them onto his face, carefully cradling it. I began wiping his hot tears away, using my sleeves to dry off his face that was still torn in pain.
And I still didn't know what was going on. Somewhere along the fight I had lost him. If only I hadn't gone to Davian's room...
Finally I laid his head against the frame of the bed, using my hands to stabilize him. His body was still shaking violently but I didn't let go. And I didn't think I could even if I tried. Nothing could've teared me away from him at this moment.
