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An arrangement - Aonung P1

I had loved Aonung for years. From the moment we were old enough to understand what love was, it had always been him. And when we finally confessed our feelings for each other, it felt like the world had finally aligned. We knew it wasn't official until we mated, but in our hearts, we were already bound together. It was only a matter of time.

Or so I thought.

At first, it was little things. He started missing our usual hangouts. We had always spent our evenings by the shore, talking about everything and nothing, but suddenly he was too busy. At first, I didn't question it—he had responsibilities, training, and family expectations to deal with. But then he started avoiding me completely.

The first time it really stung was when he didn't show up for our planned hunt. We had made the arrangements days before, excited to spend time together in the ocean, something we both loved. I waited for him near the reef, the water lapping against my legs, but he never came. Hours passed, and finally, Tsireya found me.

"Y/N... he's not coming."

I turned to her, confused. "Did something happen? Is he alright?"

She hesitated. "He's fine. He just... he's with the others. I don't think he remembered."

That wasn't like him. Aonung never forgot plans, especially not ones we made together. The doubt started creeping in then, but I shook it off. He was probably just caught up in something important.

Then it happened again.

Days passed, and he barely looked at me. When I tried to talk to him, he gave short answers, barely meeting my eyes. He had always been touchy with me, always finding an excuse to graze my hand, brush his fingers against mine, or tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Now, it was as if he couldn't stand being near me.

One evening, I found him sitting with his friends, laughing at something. My heart ached—he looked fine, like nothing was wrong. Like I hadn't been waiting all day to see him.

I approached cautiously. "Aonung? Can we talk?"

He tensed, his smile immediately dropping. His friends went silent, watching the exchange with interest.

"I'm busy, Y/N," he said, voice flat.

My stomach twisted. "Please? Just for a moment."

He exhaled sharply, clearly irritated. "Not now."

Embarrassment burned through me as the others exchanged looks, and I swallowed down the lump in my throat. "Right. Sorry to bother you."

I turned and left, but not before I heard one of the boys mutter, "What's up with that? Thought she was his."

Aonung didn't answer.

That night, Tsireya came to my hut. She sat beside me, holding my hand gently. "I don't know what's going on, Y/N. But I do know he's been arguing with our parents a lot lately. Something about an arrangement."

I frowned. "An arrangement?"

She nodded, looking pained. "They want him to mate with someone else. A girl from another clan."

The world tilted beneath me. "What?"

"He's been fighting them on it, Y/N. I swear he has. But they won't listen. And I think... I think he's pushing you away to protect you."

Tears burned behind my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "Then why won't he just tell me?"

"Because he's an idiot," Tsireya said softly. "And because he thinks he's doing what's best."

I wished I could believe that. But when I saw Aonung the next day, standing beside a tall, beautiful girl—one I knew had always wanted him—I felt something inside me shatter. She laughed, touching his arm, and he didn't pull away.

I had never felt pain like that before.

And when I tried to confront him one last time, hoping he would explain, he only drove the knife deeper.

"You are annoying, Y/N. Always following me, always expecting something from me. I do not love you. I never did. It was a mistake."

The words hit harder than any blow I had ever received. I could feel my heart shattering, the pieces cutting deep into my soul. But I didn't fight, I didn't beg. I just stood there, nodding once, and walked away.

I think that hurt him more than if I had argued. If I had screamed and cried and told him he was a liar. But I didn't. I accepted it.

For the next month, I disappeared. Not literally—I still lived on the island, but I moved to the far end of the beach, away from the village, away from him. I hunted for myself, sustained myself, lived in solitude. Tsireya tried to comfort me, but I gently asked her to leave me be. She respected my wishes, though I could see the sadness in her eyes.

That was when the Sullys arrived.

I liked them. They were different, but kind. I had met Neteyam while hunting one day, and he had been nothing but respectful and warm. He reminded me of what it felt like to be cared for.

Then, everything changed.

One day, while I was out at sea hunting, I spotted Aonung and his friends with Lo'ak. I didn't care what they were doing, not until they left him behind. I was about to continue on my way when I noticed it—the water shifting, the unmistakable presence of an akula. Lo'ak was in danger.

I didn't think. I dove into the water, spear in hand, slicing through the current as fast as I could. The akula charged, and I intercepted it, striking it just enough to redirect its attack. Lo'ak struggled to swim away, but I grabbed his arm, shoving him towards the surface as the creature came for me instead.

Pain exploded through my side as its razor-sharp teeth grazed my skin. I screamed underwater, but I kept fighting, thrusting my spear deep into its eye. Blood clouded the water, and finally, the beast retreated. My vision blurred, and I felt my body weakening.

Strong hands pulled me up.

By the time we reached the shore, I was barely conscious. Tsireya's cries were the first thing I heard. "She's hurt! She's bleeding too much!"

Hands pressed against my wound, trying to stop the flow of blood. Voices swirled around me, panicked and desperate. I blinked up and saw Neteyam's worried face hovering over me. Then... Aonung.

His face was twisted in agony, eyes brimming with tears. "No, no, no, Y/N. Don't do this. Stay awake."

He was breaking apart in front of me. But I didn't have the strength to respond. I barely registered as I was carried to the medical hut, warriors calling for help. My body ached, pain pulsing through every nerve. When they tried to stitch me up, I fought them, weakly pushing their hands away.

"Y/N, stop! You need this!" Neteyam pleaded.

"Let her be," Tsireya whispered, her hands soothingly stroking my forehead. "Let me talk to her."

She was replaced by Aonung, his hands shaking as they cradled my face. "It's me, Y/N. Stay with me. Please, don't leave. You have to fight."

I opened my mouth, barely managing to whisper his name before the darkness took me.