A little recap of what happened so far:
He stopped walking and stood still with his back in front of me.
"I'll come along."
That one little confession made me realize how bad this entire situation was, how crocked it was—for making me fall for it. And I was gladly happy to get trapped in it.
"I knew you were going to come." He slightly turned his head towards me.
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"I knew you were going to come."
Those words rang to my ears, repetitively. Even I was surprised when those words left my mouth. Maybe it was Neil's influence on me, or maybe it was the desire of my wolf to be near her mate. I tried, I tried enough to keep myself off of the track in which I knew there was no exact destination. It was hopeless for me to feel things which had no meaning to it. Because he already had someone else tagged in his life.
Why was it that I wasn't being to forget those honey-brown eyes? The look on his face when he saw me after so long, haunted me. The pained expression on his face, the way his eyes went blank soon after, his intoxicating scent got me terrified. I couldn't allow myself to get attached to him.
I sighed soon after. I was not left with a single ounce of strength to ponder. Yet alone declare mental combat with my wolf again, especially not when all the predicaments were against the odds.
The tread towards the direction of the DarkMoon pack, from where I resented myself to the very extent was disastrous. Not only disastrous but nerve-wracking at the same time. Trail of ominous thoughts, the ones that I tried to farness myself from kept making its way back to me. Deceptive decisions of leaving what was mine behind for something which never belonged to me, and neither it would, kept repeating itself. Even though I wanted to shrug it off like a nonchalant matter which needed no special record to be kept in any of the memories I stock, it still didn't happen.
I found myself wondering, marvelling about the designated fate that never got tired of playing its games and firing them back at me, mostly when my guards were down.
"I'm sorry to break it up to you." The guy who was carrying James shouted. The trance of unpleasant thoughts that I was engulfed into soon shattered allowing me to comprehend my surrounding. I scrunched my eyes into tiny slits, much to my distaste, tracing for his presence. He was nowhere near to be seen. I looked around for a second or two to finally catch a glimpse of his presence, very far away from where I stood.
"If you keep your current pace up, I wouldn't hesitate to leave you behind. James here wouldn't survive that long, you know." He divulged with a sense of urgency in his voice.
I blinked a few times.
Right, James.
Darn it!
Right, he was hurt. My subconscious recalled.
I registered my surroundings for the second time as I shook my head vigorously, trying my very best to get rid of all the unnecessary details and memories which were not of any essential use.
At least not now.
My brain felt clogged, just like the rusts on a metal sheet which couldn't be easily rubbed off clean. Unlike, my previous self, I couldn't figure the way out of it. Out of all the misery and all the unexpected events that occurred frequently enough to make me feel detached. It felt like as if my doorstep was an invitation to bad luck, and somehow I couldn't deny that either.
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