On the Other Side

Loss

Pitch black blood trickles down my fingertips as I try to pull the arrow from his throat.

"Linwood, hey look at me" I struggle to keep my voice stable. My heart is slowly cracking. I can't loose him. I just can't

Linwood's hand find my face holding it softly, causing a bloodied handprint to appear.

"Hey....stop crying" he sucks in a breath
"Take my ring wear it with pride.......for you are the....wife of a great King.........A queen.....it.....seems as if the.....time has come. Is this really it......my love" he smiles a sad smile.

"You can't die, not now" I whisper, the words come out stronger than I thought they would

He chokes, gurgling on his own blood

I manage to break the arrow, slipping half of it carefully out of his throat. I frantically look around, watching as the crowd erupts in screams

Linwood's eyes flutter close, I pull his eyelids up

"No" I scream "Why isn't he healing"

A hand grabs my wrists pulling me away from Linwood, tying them together.

"Stop, Stop. Let me go. Please, he's not healing, why....why"

Whoever is holding me down, ties something over my eyes. I rip it off quickly and rush to my husband's body, holding his face in my hands, I take the ring from his finger and slide it onto my right index finger.

"Baby, you know I love you so don't go, please. You wouldn't leave me. It's you and only you" I cry

"Linwood, I know you're still there, so open your eyes, Please"

I'm roughly pulled back by the same person making my head hit the floor

I finally close my eyes, maybe I might see him again because he would never leave

Right?

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I wake up in a soft bed, my head pounding hard. It all begins to rush back to me and I sit up

"Linwood" I croak, my throat dry

I get up brushing the hair out of my face. I rush to the bathroom looking in the mirror. I'm still here, why am I still here. I sprint for me door jerking at it to open but it stays locked

"Linwood, Linwood" I shout while banging on the door, maybe if I scream loud enough he might just open it and pull into his warm body, letting my face bury in his chest. Then I'll snuggle him in bed, getting high on his scent and let him talk me to sleep, just like he does every night

I scream for him, for minutes, hours but he doesn't come. I crumple to cool marble floor and sob

I never realised how precious his presence was to me, until he was gone. It's true what they say kill ones lover and you kill the spirit in them. I heard about internal bleeding, it's like poison from inside, one you can't see. I'm not a crier, never have been.

I've always worked by "sticks and stones aren't allowed to break my bones, words are worthless as well"

But it's hard now, my heart is bleeding, torn and broken. Maybe it's the actions that hurt

"I love you" I whisper into the ring

"Can you hear me baby" I whimper

I hear the door open over my loud sobs but don't bother to look up. It's not Linwood, it's not his scent

But it's familiar

The person's large hand treads onto my hair and down my back. They kneel beside me , brushing back and forth against the small of back. If I wasn't so disgusted I would have found it comforting

"Do you like it, of course you do"

My stomach flips over, bile rises dangerously in my throat

"Responding to my touch like the good little mate you are" Titus brushes my lustrous hair to the side

"Isn't that right, Jeana dear" his mouth moistens Linwood's bite mark

It didn't take less than a millisecond for me to pass out

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