The Denial

4: Everything.

~Grace~

After packing, I slept, probably because of the overjoy.

The dream began, I wish it was as joyful as my mood.

It began with me in a forest with Emma, Mark, and Tyler, who was with his friend, Jack, I think.

Me, as usual, avoiding Tyler and wandering with Emma and Mark; we seemed to be happy. That is, until a gust of wind blew, hissing angrily. I turned around, for some reason, to face Tyler who was now in tears.

But why?

"Its all because of you," Tyler, if possible, growled.

"What's because of me?" I mumbled.

"You made me go through pain, I loved you; I still do. But why you? If I could, I would've gone for another girl."
It hurt me, those words.

"Then why didn't you go? There are many girls, prettier than me. Why me?"

"That's the question i've been asking -why you? I loved you inspite you made me feel worthless, avoiding me like the plague."

He then took out a gun with a carving of a wolf on it, the carving was done professionally.

He pointed the gun to his temple.

"I think its for the best. I won't bother you, I'll stop my pain. Bye, Grace."

I uncontrollably screamed as I heard the gunshot. I shrieked with my strength, every fibre helping me scream as loud as I possible can.

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I woke up. Air couldn't make its way through my lungs, tears wetted my flushed cheeks, I was showered with sweat. I could feel my heart slamming aginst my chest, begging to come out, as adrenaline substituted my blood. Bile burnt at the back of my throat.

That dream...

Guilt pinched every cell, it took me to its den. I let out a shaky breath before breaking down.

What if its true, I am a heartless girl? What if I hurt him? What if Tyler actually felt worthless, because of me -a person who doesn't deserve love like that? What if he doesn't taste sweetness of love again?

What if I hurt him?

Am I really that bad?

Questions flooded my brain, as sleep refuged my eyes.

I felt sorry for every breath I took, for every step I walked, I felt sorry I existed.

Tears over flowed my cheeks.

Why me?

Will I able to look at him again?

I hate myself. I hate everything about me.

Everything.

~Tyler~

Everybody came to the party for ym birthday, it was meant for me to find my mate in this party.

It was meant for me, but I'm not a part of it.

Someone patted my shoulder.

"Dad, I thought you had a meeting to attend."

He ignored my question, "quit daydreaming, go have fun, its your party!"

Shall I tell him?
Maybe I shouldn't.

Why am I such a coward?

"Dad, can I talk to you?" I blurted.

"Sure. What's up?"

"I found my mate," I blurted again. That's all I do when I'm nervous. "Yeah, um, she's the girl I fell for, even though she rejected me. She did that before I found out she's my mate."

"Wha.." He trailed off, "Wow. What does she look like?"

Really, dad?

"She's beautiful," I sighed before continuing. "Grey eyes, if you looked into them, good luck looking away. Hair, lips. God, everything."

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A/N

Not much to say..just don't be a silent reader.

Till, next update!

- Reema.