Typical Alpha

Chapter Fourteen: Awake Me.

Guys oml this was so hard to write, I cant even. 5k thank you little baby things<3 

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I don't even hesitate to run upstairs, searching for him. 

He can't just stop breathing.

He wouldn't do that to me even of he didn't have the choice, right? I know Max, that can't just happen.

I can feel my hair stick to my open mouth, the small things that bother me in life are all washed away when it comes down this. When it comes down to his life, nothing can intercept my focus on that. Nothing.

I couldn't hear anything. Despite my breathing and muffled voices. But there is one voice my brain is hoping to hear, it can't seem to find it as I rush around the house like a mad man searching for his marbles.

I can't hear his voice, but I tell myself that my last conversation with him won't be the very last.

At this moment I don't even know what I'm looking for. I understand that I'm physically searching for Max, but I'm searching for something more then that. It's not something you can find I suppose, I'm looking for hope.

Can you find hope or is it given?

I enter the living room and people I haven't even met are surrounding what I can only assume is him.

God damn why are they all giving me sad looks?

There's nothing to be sad about!

The one that stands out the most is the red haired boy holding a limp blond girl in his arms. These two are too familiar to me. But he's not exactly sad - he's smiling. I can tell that Claire is definitely breathing, and he's happy. She may be sleeping, but he's happy. I want to be happy like him. Maybe he know's that Max will wake up, and so will Claire. Maybe he understands that everyone wakes up when they fall asleep, or in Max's case - Are unconscious for a period of time. 

I don't even ask for people to move, they just shuffle away.

That's when the blood that covers him becomes visible. It's everywhere. I can't even see his perfect eyes because they're shut.  Almost like he is dead. Why would you do that to someone who's not dead?

He's just sleeping, anyway.

I grab hold of his dangling hand and intertwine my fingers with his although he's not moving.Silly Max, He doesn't even know that it's me next to him. I'm struggling to understand why the mate connection hasn't woken him up yet if it's so strong. 

But Maybe this is just like Snow White. Maybe I should kiss him in order for he himself to awake, I lean my face down, just a little, and give his lips a small peck. 

Nothing.

Not one thing.

I didn't even get that little rush of excitement, and electricity that he always gives me. I miss it and I want it back. A sudden rush of everything I love about him comes back. His soft brown eyes, and how he smiles all the time, when he stutters when he feels awkward or nervous. How he tries so hard at everything, and always succeeds, His one dimple in the corner of his left cheek. His general acts of kindness. Him. 

I can't loose him. I love him.

It's only been a while but I have a sence that our love is strong, and it shall not be the time, or age, or distance that separates two from love. It shall only be emotions. And no emotions separate us from this. I love him. 

I don't think anything could change that, not even death. 

"I love you," I whisper against his forehead, my lips pressed. Holding his hand tighter then ever. Almost like I'm holding on to my hope. But as each second passes that hope I once had begins to fade, and I don't see myself getting it back. My hand becomes loose, and slowy lessens in grip.

I sigh one last time before kissing his forehead.

I place my head on his chest for the last time. No heart beat. I wrap my arms around him for the final hug. I wish I could have gone. I wish I could have saved him. He's still warm despite all of this. It also doesn't matter if he's breathing or not; but he's a great huger.

Ill never have his arms wrapped around me again, and Ill never see his eyes. Ill never see his cute darling smile, or his perfect row of teeth. I won't see his personality show through everything, and I won't hear his voice.

There's just no point anymore.

What am I supposed to do if he's gone?

He's opened me up to this world, and I don't think I can go back to such a mundane life when this one is so extraordinary. But it's only extraordinary with him in it. Nothing is anymore.He was my source of happiness and I don't think anything can quite compare to him.

I guess this is just the final good bye.

Good bye to the boy that kidnapped me, The boy I fell in love with. 

"I love you," I whisper again. I want him to know, but it's too late. He's gone. I should have told him earlier.

It's silent with just my three last words that I've said to him.

The sound of loneliness consumes the room in and out. It doesn't mater how far away you are from us, you can sense the sadness. I stand up, still holding his soft hand. I admire all of his perfect flaws before I close my eyes. I don't want to cry. And I'm not, well not entirely yet. I shut them to block out the dead image of my first love, my boyfriend and my soul mate.

"I love you too," I hear that voice. His voice. My eyes fly open, to see him god damn chuckling. 

"Maxwell Aaron Trent, god damn you!" I smile and laugh wanting to cry with joy as I hug him so tight that he may stop breathing again. "You're breathing; You're alive" I smile at him widely. 

"Well,I couldn't just leave you" He smiles with me, Obviously happy that he's alive, And that makes me happy, and it makes him more happy to see that I'm happy. It's hard to elaborate. But it's like a chain of happiness.

"God Damn you worried me" I kiss him multiple times until he begins to speak.

"I'm Sorry," He smiles, "But I'm back now."

Oliver and Max share this connection (Not just a supernatural werewolf connection) Where they can just look at each other and understand. They don't need to say much. Even in serious times like this. I watched as Olivers face fell with amazement and happiness, he didn't say anything. But nor did Max.

It's the type of friendship you want but don't have.

But any relationship with Max is a good one. 

"Before everyone get's all happy," Max begins still with a slight smile, but he seems more serious. "We need to talk about what happened." That didn't sound good, and I don't really understand what he means. Neither does Oliver by the looks of it.

"What exactly happened?" Oliver inquires the question one of us were either going to say. 

"A war is rising" Were the four words that slipped through his lips, and would forever change my life. 

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hold up hold up

wtf why is there a war and gtfo, what if a crazy author were to kill good characters?

YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW LONG I HAVE STRUGGLED TO WRITE THIS OML.

I've got my laptop out like 5 times and gone on wattpad and I just stare at the screen not sure what to write about because I didn't really like this chapter that much. aND YES IT IS SHORT OK. 

It's just that I think now that this chapter is out of the way, the updates MAY get faster. I was gonna pull a John Green and actually kill off Max. But I didn't. You lucky bastards xo.

When you comment it helps for me to update faster btw (y).

5k? Thank you little babies.

~Z