King of the world

Chapter Twenty Two

Your POV

It's so dark... and cold... How long have I been here anyway? It feels like I've been here for hours... alone in this pitch... space.

You curl up tighter into your knees, feeling another frosty breeze. Salty water, dripping from your eyes, drained into your mouth, ones you didn't try and stop or encourage. "I wish you gave me a chance," you whisper, recalling memories of how Dark betrayed your trust and made you have this life...

What if his betrayal damned you to stay in this icy-cold abyss forever? The vexation searing like bolts of blistering pain, running up your veins like lava.

Distracting yourself of the pain of treachery, you began thinking about those dreams warning you about him stealing your soul... who was behind them? It's too coincidental, perhaps it was a prophetic dream, but you've never had one before.

Somehow, it was getting chillier. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore the pain of it. "Please get warmer,"

Seemingly right after you plead this, it becomes warmer. The feeling reassured you, relaxing your rigged muscles.

"Kitten?" a hauntingly familiar voice calls out. Your eyes fly open and your body hurls you to your feet,

"DARK?" the desperation for him to find you was more intense than the heartbreak he had caused you. You look every direction yet there's no sight of him, "DARK!"

It must have been my imagination... dilution is something common in such circumstances and isolated places...

"Wait, I don't want to see him!" you howl, hunching over, sweat dripping from your face, masking the moist tears doing the same, "Get out of my head!"

"I could say the same thing," his husky voice laced into your ears. You shot upright, mortified again to see he wasn't even there. Your feet stumble backwards, and you feel yourself wander right into something large and immovable. That thing then wrapped two strong arms around you. His embrace was warm, and his big, strong arms seemed very protective when wrapped around your frail body. The world around you melted away as he squeezed your back. As painful as your loathing and your body was, you couldn't deny how much you prayed for this moment to never end. "You're crying..." his breath caresses your ear, shooting a tingle down your nerves.

"I hate you..."

There was a very long pause after that, where you actually began to think some kind of soft rock had wrapped itself around your torso, and Dark's voice was just part of some bittersweet hallucination.

"Hate is a strong word..." he finally tutted. You begin fighting against his embrace,

"Just let me go and leave!" you yell. His grip only got tighter. Eventually, you give up, going limp in his arms. There was another silence. Dark slowly sat on the ground, resting you in his lap. However, you refused to look at him. Despite that, you feel warm breath press against your upward facing cheek, Dark's nose closely following it, rubbing against your cool face. It nestled just above you ear.

"You know you love me," a deep rumble escaped his lips, as you feel them cerve into a smug grin.

You move your hand to swat him away, but he grabs your wrist, keeping his face where it is, as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

"I'm not in the mood for your games!" you demand, curling up more to avoid him.

"Oh come on, we've bonded so much in the past few days, I think you finally started falling for me... then we had that strange fight,"

"...You're right, I did start falling for you, but you had to ruin it all," you growl. No reason hiding the truth from yourself and others now, because all those feeling have been eradicated!