Betrothed || Loki ✅

24- All good things come to an end

A/N

i'd like to appolagize in advance.

to make this chapter slightly more painful, heres a list of different songs you can listen to while reading.

These are the songs I listened to while writing to get me depressed :)

Finneas- Break my heart again

XXXTENTATION- Changes

Justin timberlake- Mirrors

Emma Bale- All I want

Bruno Mars- Talking to the moon

CHAPTER 24

Its been fifteen years. Exactly fifteen years since the incident that caused so much heartbreak and agony.

The memories still haunt me. everywhere I turn is something else that reminds me of you. I wish I could forget but I just can't. I always wonder how can something so wonderful fall apart so easily? but I guess all good things come to an end. just as the sun sets at the end of the day.

You fell down and blood pooled around your small delicate body. Tears poured out of my eyes and my heart tightened. People ran into the small cell yelling things that were inaudible to me, the only thing I could think about was you.

I feel empty.

I never thought that we'd end like this. I always imagined that we'd get to live centuries and grow older together. In my dreams, we would raise children and live to see them bloom and start families of their own. But I guess life doesn't always go as expected.

There was a large feeling of loneliness that overcame me at first. For so long, I felt that I was part of something bigger than myself. Suddenly I'm left with the realization that I no longer have another to lean on. The loneliness is overwhelming. I have become so used to having someone with me all the time, sharing all my feelings, thoughts and wildest dreams. And to suddenly be alone after intense togetherness is agonizing.

Why did you have to go? Why couldn't it be me? The only person who could have ever helped me deal with this sort of pain was you, but you're not here anymore and I don't know what to do without you.

I hold your hand tight as you lay on the large bed with several tubes attached to your fragile body that is now covered in scars and bruises. I can't help but blame myself. If only I had been more responsible. I caused all of this.

The nurses walk into the room with caution.

"Sire?" the small woman voices quietly.

"Yes." I croak my throat dry from dehydration.

"It's about the babies."

"Babies? They're twins?" I turn around suddenly interested.

"Triplets actually." She corrects me before continuing "But only one survived the attack."

Remember the gardens? Remember the times when we would sneak out to our secret gardens and talk for hours. Who am I supposed to do that with now? How do I cope with these feelings without you?

I burnt those gardens that night.

The memories slowly suffocated me till the point that I couldn't breathe.

I'm trying to continue living with the living, but I just feel dead.

Alarms were going off as people ran around the room in a panic. All I could do was stand and watch as I hoped for the best.