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Chapter 17

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warning: written in sleep (having a hangover of twilight), having no idea what shit was I typing. Highly unedited, feel free to point out at mistakes.

The return of the dead?

N A N D I N I

He left.

Just as unbelievable it sounds, he left. He really did. Somewhere deep down, I knew this was going to happen. I knew he was destined to leave. He wasn't like us, any of us, and he didn't fit into this world. So, as simple as that, I already knew he would leave soon.

But just as it was hard to take that he left, I couldn't make myself believe why, although I knew his reasons. If all he wanted to do was leave, why did he fall in love in the first place?

I wiped another trail of tears flowing off my eyes, and sniffed as it hurt, just all the way more. And heart break was the worst pain ever, it was like being stabbed in reverse, as if being able to taste heaven and then being dragged away to hell, as if being promised a forever snatched away in seconds. Heart break was just a lump of pain that made you feel that you were breathing, but the oxygen never reached your lungs anyway. It makes you feel empty and hollow. It kills you, slowly and bitterly.

"Princess, you cry another drop of water behind that book, and I swear I'd walk out. This is just so boring," Manik growled yawning and I took up the cushion beside me and threw it at where he lay grumpily, at the sofa beside this king sized bed.

"You have no feelings, Manik. Edward just left Bella. You have to learn to be kind!" I scolded snoffing as I closed my signed copy of twilight and kept it beside me preciously, while he just controlled his urge to roll his eyes.

"Common Nandini, you can be politer. You don't have to act so rude when all my mistake was that I offered to accompany you tonight instead of you lying alone in pain. And trust me, I regret every thought that made me make this offer. I would have been better in my house than my rivals, sleeping peacefully instead of babysitting a girl who is crying about a fiction character called Emmit.," He now rolled his eyes looking into his phone.

"Edward.," I corrected staunchly and he raised his eyes for a moment to give me a whatever look before looking back into his phone with disinterest, leaving me irritated ofcourse. I was an immediately territorial, and moreover protective person if anyone even tried talking bad things about my Bella or Edward. It pissed me to no extent, making me possessive alpha.

"Then can you please propose anything else to do instead of you lying on the sofa and pretending to do something serious on your phone and me reading a book?" I raised my eyebrows and before I knew, he pounced from the sofa to the bed, lying horizontally in front of me, still on the phone.

"Now what?" I raised an eyebrow and he pretended to be in deep thinking and I would lie if I say I wasn't affected by his face looking so cute. If he didn't suggest anything soon, I might as well drift back to sleep looking at his face, so serene and peaceful, yet expressive and aware in its own manner.