You Say Reject, I Say Goodbye

T H R E E

Oliver's POV

Life has been great. For these past two years. My nightmares still appear but not the voices. They're the worst, making me feel like breaking more if that's even possible.

The park is crowded in the morning. I always spend my time here, watching everything there is to see. Old couples, kids, people running with or without their dogs. After years of being a loner, it's not difficult nor awkward for me to be alone by myself.

A small dog comes to me and barks, its tongue is hanging out of its snout, before the owner calls. I kick my legs in the air, my eyes focus on the children play with each other. The swing moves a little lazily as I breath the warm air.

I am too laid back to feel a presence behind me. That's until I finally see how women look at me, or rather what or who is behind my back, with lust.

I sniff the air and a scent catch me. My eyes widen in relization.

Shit.

It must have been obvious that I know he's there right behind me. He knows I know yet I still don't turn to see him.

Deep, very deep inside my core I pray this is just another nightmare in the middle of the day. My heart sinks the moment his deep voice hit me.

"Olly."

Now I believe this isn't a nightmare. He never calls me that since.. forever.

"It's me. Erick."

"How did you find me?" I ask cutting him shortly.

He tenses, I can feel it. Maybe because of my blank tone. "I was looking for you."

"Is it my time already?"

"What?"

"You're going to kill me." I state rather than asking.

"No!" he says immediately. "No. God, no, I'm looking for you to-"

"To what?" now I turn to face him.

He looks bad. Stubbles all over his chin, dark bags under his eyes and he has bad complexion. Even with his disheveled hair and pale face he still has the looks that could kill chick. I am shocked but remain expressionless outside.

He swallows loudly. "Apologize."

"What are you doing here?" I pretend not to hear that. It might be just my imagination anyway.

"Olly," he raises his head. Those piercing grey eyes now have lost their light. They contain regret. Big regret.

"I came to bring you back." now that's hillarious.

"Try again. I'm not laughing."

"Please." he begs. He never begged before. "I'm really sor-"

"I refuse." I'm panicking inside. There's no way in hell, heaven or earth I'm going to that place.

He opens his mouth but I don't let him.

"You know, the last time you said that name I was near death. Your pack drowned me to see how long a cat can dive and you watched them in amusement."

The only thing I have to do is to list the reasons although if he has a heart it will hurt like a bitch. Lo and behold he seems like he wants to burst into tears.

"Oliver, I beg you. Let me explain.. If there's still a tiny of your feeling for me-"

"No, I don't care. I don't love you anymore, Cuatonov."

It comes out harsher than I intend to but who gives a damn? All I can think right now is I won't go back to that fucking place.

He's bitting his lower lips that I once longed for. His eyes that used to be gorgeous for me contain so much pain, hurt that I'm absolutely sure if I still have a feeling I will cry.

But I don't. I'm lifeless and I don't care. I want to be like this, free from anything hurtful. My heart has become dull from the aches old memories bring to me.

I simply don't care about him or others and I want to remain that way.

Going back is the opposite from that.

"You're my mate." he says looking straight into my eyes to find my reaction. "You're my only one to love me and accept my flaws."

"Well, you are one to talk."

"I know! I know but-" he facepalms in frustation. "Please."

I sigh and roll my eyes. "Why should I?" that's right. I need one good reason, no great reason to agree with him.

"We know the truth." my eyes are wide as ever. "Alpha Lockwood told us."

"H- he's awake?"

Erick nodded. "He came two years ago and since then we all have been trying to find you."

Yeah you'd better feel bad.

"Nothing changes for me. I'm still not going."

"I need you! I know I made a big mistake-"

"Go to Ceshya." I spill her name like an acid. "Go to your parents, your pack. I don't give a damn."

He stares at me for a moment of silence. "Is this your revenge?" he asks softly.

What the hell? Now you don't get what you want you're blaming me?

Sighing I stand up from my chair and walk closer to him. He watches me like a hawk yet when I cup his face, he blushes hard. I have to tiptoe and he has to bend forward since my height only grew one or two inches taller.

"Do you feel this?" he nods eagerly with his eyes staring hungrily at my lips.

I let him enjoy the moment while taking a good look at him. He's taller now maybe 7'2 or more. His jet black hair is cut shortly, perfecting his godly sculpted face which has traces of tears. His eight packs built body is sexy and tempting, even more his tanned skin makes all women want to lick it over and men jealous of him.

All in all he's perfect. If only I'm my old self, I'll accept him right away.

But I'm not.

Taking a deep breath, I continue.

"I don't."

His eyes snap to mine, furrowing those thick eyebrows. I let go with no hesitation and sit back. He's still frozen in his place.

After a long moment of silence, he closes his eyes. "Is it because I rejected you?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Silent. "I'm so sorry."

"Like I said, I don't care." I sigh. "It's just I really don't care about anything. It's in the past. Yes it still hurts but I simply don't care anymore."

I look at the sky. The sun has gotten higher meaning I have to do my work. Standing up, I give him a smile that doesn't reach my eyes.

"Goodbye." with that I turn and walk away.

***

Erick's POV

The moment he turns to leave, like a button is being pressed inside my head I advance toward him.

It's just a precaution. I never thought I will use the chloroform handkerchief inside my pocket but I have no choice. Call me coward, I don't give a shit.

It's way far better than hitting him unconscious.

Oliver never sees it coming that he doesn't have a chance to put up a fight. I hug him from behind, his tantalizing odor is rich making Lucifer go crazy. He so wants to pin him down and mates him that it takes all I have to hold him back.

Sparks are freely flying between our touch as he grabs my arm that covering his mouth and nose while my other lingering around his neck. His eyes are wide in shock, getting more and more unfocused.

"I love you." I whisper just before his eyelids flutter closed.

The picture's Keefe