I'm Sorry

Chapter 3: Obligation

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Chapter 3- Obligation

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The blinds on the window sent the bright sun through the cracks, resting on Sebastian’s eyes; an alarm for him to wake from his slumber since he smashed his actual . Sebastian groaned as he rubbed his eyelids, his mouth forming a small ‘O’ lazily. He rested his feet on the purple carpeted floor- courtesy of his mother for adding feminity to his room for his mate. Sebastian shuddered. “Soon, I will be a husband, but am I ready?” He asked himself as he stood on the soles of his feet and twisted from side to side to stretch."It doesn't matter if I feel ready;it is my duty." He thought with dismay.

   Sebastian stared around his room; the bags of things that he got from the mall piled at the left corner of his room. The flowers wrapped in a wax-felt paper tied off with a crimson bow. Beside his drawers the bags stacked by it in a neat fashion- unlike the rest of his room that had clothes pulled at the end of his bed due to his laziness. His mother almost always complained about him having a 'floordrobe'; he knows that he should keep his room tidy impress his mate, but how can he impress his mate with something that he isn't? 

   The sunset orange lamp at his bedside tilted on its side, the lampshade almost falling off of its rim. His shirt draped on the edge of his headboard which was drenched in sweat; Sebastian crinkled his nose in disgust. "When have I become such a slob?" He thought. 

   Sebastian grabbed the t-shirt that emanated a horrid odor, and eyed the laundry bin beside his door. "Best put it in before mom comes in and gives me a life lesson." Sebastian crumpled his shirt in his hands, and chucked the shirt in the air- the smell coming off of it in the air as it whooshed into the bin- unbalancing it for a short while before it remained permanently on the ground.

   Sebastian walked lazily towards the bathroom, passing his pile of clothes on the floor, and took in his appearance in the mirror. His brown hair pointed in numerous direction, and his eyes sleepily half shut and half ajar from the light that illuminated his room. He groaned tiredly and yawned widely; his thoughts almost coaxing him to return to the warmth of his blankets and comfiness of his pillow beneath his head. Sebastian turned the faucet on,much against his thoughts that urged him to climb back into his blankets, and twirled the cold water knob towards the left, and cupped his hands below the water. Once his hands filled with the icey water- in which he groaned internally at what the next step was- he brought the water to his face. 

Sebastian felt the cold water spread over his face, each drop of water felt as if they were icicles being plastered on his face. He breathed through his clenched teeth, and traces of sleep vanished from his facial features. The comfiness of his bed lingered in his mind but was not as prominent as it was a few moments ago. Sebastian stared at his reflection and combed his fingers through his chestnut locks and sighed. “In just a couple of days, I won’t be waking up alone,” he thought. He did not know whether to fear what to come or to simply act customary to how his father told him; emotionless but not to the point to act as if he didn't care. But Sebastian could never be as emotionless as his father, he inherited his mother’s personality and his fathers looks. As emotionless as he attempted so hard to prove himself to be in front of his father, he knew that he could not fool himself into thinking that he was a replica of his father.

   “Sebastian!” His mother yelled from the banister. 

   “I’m coming mom, hold on!” Sebastian quickly buttoned up his white shirt, and departed from his room in a hurry, he never did like to keep his mother waiting for very long. He had not checked the clock when he woke up and so he was oblivious to the time.