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XXV

Melia's POV
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Darkness. That's what filled the room that seemed like it went on for miles when in reality it was barely one hundred square feet. I felt trapped yet freed at the same time - like I should run until I'm numb but also crawl into a ball in the corner of the room and hide. I didn't know where I was. All I remembered was watching Ashton's face as I was ripped out of his arms. He knew they were taking me from him, he literally brought me to them, yet it didn't diminish the meaning and feeling of pain that his tears held. He wanted to do what was best for him, not me and whether I agree or not I have to learn to accept what is. And what is is that I am alone and scared. Ashton is a survivor. It's what he does. He does not live, he survives. And that's all this was - an act of survival.

I have been abandoned and betrayed. I feel nothing yet everything.

I was lost; hopeless. I was a map that was ripped up and is missing a road, making it impossible to completely put it back together again. You can still see small areas where you can go and you can see the compass on the map, but you don't know where the roads lead and that compass means nothing when the final destination is unknown all because of one simple, missing road.

Ashton was my missing road. He made the map come together - he made all the roads connect to lead me to where I want to be. And where I want to be is a place called happiness.

But now that Ashton, my road, is gone, I can't get to happiness. It's a dead end and I am faced with miles of empty land, seemingly leading to absolutely no where,

except lostness. Lost is the only word that suits the way I feel without him.

I know that every good story has an end, I just think ours came a little too soon. Like the author just got bored and decided to kill off every character and you never know what could have been. And that's the truth; I don't know what could have happened between us if Ashton hadn't done such a stupid thing. We could have killed each other or we could have ran off into the sunset and got married. But no one will ever know. It's the unknown.

Just like this room. It felt slightly familiar yet not at all.

My hands felt up the walls to get a better grip about where I was - a cell? A soft, padded room?

No, it was neither. The walls felt like normal, smooth painted walls as if this was the attic to someone's apartment. There wasn't any furniture that I could see or feel. How was I supposed to live in here? No furniture, no light, no bathroom, no food.

Maybe that was the point - for me not to live.

I sat on the cold floor which felt like tile. Maybe this was an old kitchen that had been merely forgotten about; abandoned. Kind of like how Ashton abandoned me.

I heard footsteps approaching the room. I shut my eyes tightly and sat in a position that made me seem somewhat brave with my chest up and legs crossed.

I opened my eyes again and in front of me was a tall, relatively buff male who I couldn't see the face of.

I sat in silence, waiting for this mysterious person to say something instead of just watching me tremble in fear that I was trying to hide.

He cleared his throat.

"Welcome back, Melia."

My heart stopped and the fear inside me could no longer be hidden as it was written blatantly across my pale face.

"John," I spat.