Being Different (editing)

Chapter 20 | Sharing Secrets

My tears were running out. I felt the urge to cry for but I was just so empty, that even if I wanted to or even if I tried to...no tears would manage to escape my eyes. I just felt like a waste of space, an empty shell in a world that I shouldn't have come to.

I wrapped my arms around my body under the covers tucking my tail in between my legs and bringing them close so I was just a ball. My ears were pressed close to my head and my hair lapped around my face and around my body.

I was trying so hard to keep myself from breaking this past few days. But the fact was most werewolves can't live without there mate. The rejector as I've called it usually survives when they reject there mate since it was there decision to do so...

The rejectie ( A/N new word sorry if it makes no sense XD ) who is pushed away from there mate usually doesn't survive, the fact being there wolf hasn't warmed up to the idea yet of living there life without there mate while the rejector is perfectly fine, not being affected by the broken bond.

Has anyone ever tried so hard to make sure that something or someone never breaks but in the process you use all your strength, and all your weaknesses are revealed. That even when you put sticky tape on the crack or telling the person they would be fine your efforts turn to shit and they end up shattering anyway?

That is me right now.

I'm broken.

My eyes twitch as I stare at the ugly cement wall in front of me, my eyes trying so hard to release the stress by crying. But I had no tears left to pour.

So laying there motionless was the next best thing my mind running through all the thoughts and information that I had acquired these past few days.

*Knock*

*Knock*

"You okay?" The voice was husky slightly but the overall emotion sliding through was the fact that they were worried.

"I'm not sure," I replied honestly my voice weak and cracking from how many sobs have gone through my body. My voice returning to that state of when I never spoke at all...

"I'm going to take that as a no." Nathan replied his voice telling me that I was about to get the lecture of my life.

I could fell and hear as he took steady steps over the cement floor over to me, the bed dipping when he sat done next to me my back facing towards him. But he surprised me when I felt his long form lay next to me his body feeling comfortable as if this was the most natural thing for us to be doing at the moment.

He cradled my curled up form with his toned yet limber arms and made it so I was now facing him. My head placed on his chest and one arm over his waist as he ran a steady arm up and down my back.

It was extremely soothing the way I could hear as the breaths went in and out of his body and how the soft pump of his heart kept up a steady pace never faltering once. I snuggled in more.

"So what's on your mind? And I swear to god if your one of those people that say nothing I'm going to personally punch your boobs." His question and statement made a soft chuckle to rumble through my chest and a soft smile to play on my face. "There's a smile," he mumbled to himself as he gazed down at me.

"What should I say to you, so I don't get punched in the boob?" I laughed softly as I whispered the words my throat sore from the hours of crying I just had.

"The truth about what's on you mind." He uses his arm that's already wrapped around my back and pushes me slightly closer to him, I didn't mind.