"If ever there is a tomorrow
when we are not together
There is something you must always remember
You are braver than you believe
Stronger than you seem
And smarter than you think
But the most important thing is even if we are apart I'll always be with you"
~ Winne The Pooh
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Will's POV
"What the heck is wrong with you?" The front door of Angel's apartments slams open revealing the gang.
Seriously, do they honestly think that I don't care about her? Yes, I made one mistake, but that doesn't mean I don't regret it and I am trying to make up for it!
Not in the mood for an argument, I swallow the insults that are on the tip of my tongue. Besides, looking for Angel is more important and I do not have time to waste on this nonsense.
When I don't reply, Nick raises an eyebrow as if asking me to answer the rhetorical question. Obviously I won't answer - I mean, it's a rhetorical question for a reason, right?
"Okay, so what's the plan?" Sapphire asks, settling down on the sofa.
"Yeah Will, how do you plan on getting your mate back from wherever she is?" Inquires Alec as he walks over towards Sapphire and throws an arm around her.
I watch as they subconsciously lean in towards each other.
I purse my lips together as I feel an intense burning sensation in my stomach as I stare at the couple in front of me.
Shaking my head, I try to get rid of all the negative thoughts that are so desperate to consume me. After all, it is my fault that she is gone. It is my fault that all this happened.
I clench my jaw tightly and walk towards Angel's bedroom feeling an unbearable urge to break something. However, The minute I enter her room, her lingering scent calms me down instantly.
I feel a sudden need to sit, I sit down on her bed and feel tears prickle my eyes.
It's all my fault.
It's all my fault.
It's all my bloody fault.
The same words seem to be on a loop inside my head, no matter what I do the words keep on repeating over and over again.
It's all my fault.
As hard as I try, I cannot contain the pain that is trying so hard to come out, to be finally free.
It's like an uproar from my throat in the form of a silent scream.
The tiny pearl-shaped droplets of water started falling down one after another, showing no sign of stopping.
I stand up again, in a rush of rage anguish and hit the wall angrily, I try to scream because perhaps that way I can finally let my emotion free so I don't have to hold them in anymore, sometimes the need to scream and to cry are so strong, so powerful that it's so hard to control.
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From Rejection To Perfection
WerewolfAngel loveheart, age 16 was a girl who was bullied by her pack members even her twin brother Nick who's the beta. Cliche, right? You're wrong No one cared about her and treated her like their Slave, she tolerated it all with a poker face that always...
