Because Of You

Chapter 8:

(Sorry for disappearing, but I explained what's happening on my Quotev, my most recent Journal, so... Yeah, in case you were wondering...)

Chapter 8:

I'm okay now... I think... It doesn't matter right now though, so let's just continue please...

In 3 years time, Mitch and I had graduated high school, and both had jobs. We were saving up money, obviously, and we were simply happy to be together. Mitch had insisted he'd get the better paying job than me, and I was perfectly fine with whatever job he wanted to have for himself. To tell you the truth, he was self employed. He split his time wisely between spending time with me and all of our friends, hunting, and creating computer software from our living room. Rob and Preston had officially moved out into the empire with us, living in an apartment nearby, and Vikk and Lachlan- who turned out to be soul mates, had got their own apartment as well. Those 4 all had jobs that varied in variety.

Mitch and I 21 now, Vikk and Lachlan 20, Rob 23 and Preston also 21, we were all happy. I still worked at the coffee shop I'd been working at for the last... How long had it been by that point? I can't remember... everything's kind of... foggy. Anyway, everyone was happy. My parents had moved out of the empire and back into the city, leaving the house for Mitch and myself. We were extremely close. My heart had always felt heavy when Mitch wasn't around, and I'd always worried about him when he went off hunting, all alone. But sure enough, he always returned, not a scratch and perfectly safe each and every time. He went hunting for fresh food and not just for us either. He sold off most of what he killed for some extra money on the side. Every morning, I saw Mitch come into the coffee shop, and take time out of his day to order a cup of coffee, and talk with me. Every day- despite having fresh coffee at the house each morning, he'd come and visit me.

Now, my parents came to visit rather frequently. They came during mating season, obviously, and despite my arguing they'd still wanted Mitch and me to have the master bedroom. So we'd taken it and they'd taken the guest room. The house was big enough for 7 or 8 people to live in, but even still, they left it to us. Our sex life was... interesting, to say the least. And exciting. Sometimes I topped, other times I bottomed. It all depended on how we felt. I mean, of course it wasn't just during mating season. We're romantics! I'm sorry, this isn't appropriate, uh...

Well, um, Mitch made much more than I'd ever thought he did. I'd known he had a separate bank account from our shared funds; it was his way of making sure the money he made could be tracked and accounted for accordingly. He'd also had that extra cash he'd stolen from his parents, before I'd gotten to him again, but all of that was in our shared funds. Or that's what I'd thought.

One day, Mitch had come into the coffee shop. He'd already stopped in, and had probably just gotten back from a hunting trip. Mitch had looked so pale, and had come inside, approaching me. I'd been wiping down a table, and had given him a smile, though it was crooked seeing as I'd been confused. As he'd gotten closer, I'd realized he wasn't only pale, but had tears in his eyes. Of course I'd stopped what I was doing. I'd hurriedly embraced him and dragged him towards a booth, having sat him down. I had let him cry into my shoulder quietly, hushing him and waiting for him to calm down. Eventually, he had, and had pulled away from me slightly, staring up at me.

"What's wrong?" Mitch placed his head on my shoulder, relaxing somewhat as I'd waited.

"I saw some woman today... Out on my hunt. She... She said that I was going to die, that I don't have much time left... So when I got home, I looked her up and-... and-..."

"And...?" I gently whispered.

"And she turned out to be a famous psychic that's never wrong!" He'd whispered, his grip on me tensing. "Every case, whether good or bad, she's always been right! She told some dude he'd die a tragic death and he died to his own horse mauling him to death!" Mitch had then pulled back slightly, shaking and staring into my eyes. He'd looked so scared. I'd felt just as scared. My soul mate, destined to die? I'd shaken my head somewhat, not believing it.