Sharing A Floor With a Vampire, Werewolf and Demon

Sharing A Floor with a Vampire, Werewolf and Demon/ Chpt.8

I woke up in Nathan's arms, his grip gentle, and he was stroking my hair. Had I fainted?

"Are you okay?" Nathan asked. "I'm so sorry."

I was just speechless; I didn't want to be reminded of that email.

"What happened?" I asked. 

"You collapsed a few seconds after reading that email." Nathan replied.

"Did you read it?" 

He nodded silently. "I wanted to see what caused you to faint. I'm sorry. I am so sorry Dyllon."

I didn't reply. I couldn't think, I couldn't even move. I was locked in place, and frozen, I felt like my legs were incapable of moving. I found comfort in being wrapped up in Nathan's arms, it was better than being alone. I pressed myself into him more, and tried to hold back the sob that was bound to come spiralling out. 

"I..." I started to say, but stopped. I couldn't speak, I couldn't do anything. This moment was a moment of pain and sorrow. I sat in Nathan's arms lifeless, and shut my eyes.

Emma was dead.

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I woke up on Nathan's sofa, groggy and filled with an overwhelming amount of sadness.

"Did you want to talk, about it?" Nathan asked.

I just sat there quiet and speechless. No, I didn't want to talk about it.

Emma was dead. I got an email from her parents, with an order of service attached. She was involved in a hit and run, she was the hit. She suffered severe injuries, and passed away in the hospital. Why, why, why? Why Emma?

"She's dead." That was all I could say, all that was able to come out of my mouth right now. I was in complete shock.

Her funeral was tomorrow. That's what the email said, tomorrow at 1PM, an hour away in our hometown. 

"I know, I'm so sorry your friend has passed," Nathan said. 

"My best friend," I cried. He came down and sat beside me, and stroked my hair. 

I was so mad at myself. I hadn't seen her since I had been here or even reached out to her. What good had I done? 

"Did you want to attend the funeral service tomorrow?" Nathan asked.

I nodded my head.

"Then we should get you to bed, it's late. You slept for a while. I'll drive you tomorrow, if you want."

"Yes," I nodded and then crossed over to my room, holding back the tears.

Nathan looked at me from across the hall, waiting until I shut my door, but I couldn't bare to be alone. 

"Can you stay?" I asked him, fighting my hardest to hold back the tears. 

Without a word, he nodded, and crossed over. He shut the door behind us, and guided me to my room. He pulled the duvet over me, and then flicked the lights off and closed the door to my bedroom. 

I laid there in my bed, filled with fear and thoughts of Emma. How could life come crashing down so fast? I thought all was well, things were going good, but this had to hit me like a rock. She was my best friend, the only person I ever really talked to about anything, the only person I truly trusted. I sulked for the rest of the night, until I fell asleep.

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