Chapter 16: Our love is homeless

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Pov Elizabeth

Now I understand, we never had a chance in the first place. You made me feel alright for once in my life, but now I barely hang one. I thought you were the one. I'm torn into pieces.Even if you are next to me I feel that we aren't  connected anymore. We are togheter but so broken on inside. Can't deny or pretend that I'm happy.I miss you but I'm content just knowing you are happy  even if I am not the one that can make you smile or laugh. Whether we loved each other or not, our love  would have been homeless. After all I was just a rebound of the person you loved. 

"Ellie,let's go in the garden." Elaine told me warmly.

I just nod not trusting my voice from stutter. I was still quite alert to my surroundings. I felt watched but I shook it off.Going in the garden would help me  relax after all I was pretty tense. Me and the girls were making small conversations about marriage and kids. I imagined myself with a little one in my arms and singing him to sleep. 

"I wish to have many children who look alike with King" said Diane with a small voice.

" I am sure King will be happy to hear that" I said grinning and Elaine nodded smiling.

" My wish is that our children would be friend like we are" Elaine added with a dreamy face. 

" Same" me and Diane said in unison,even if I don"t know if  me and Meliodas would even be together.

As we entered in the garden we saw that Liz and the boys were training together. I only smiled but my heart ached at the scene. They seemed to knaow each other moves which made me think that they also trained together in the past before I even was born. The girls  were still talking anout how the kids will be like their dads and i sat quite listening to the way they described the personality of the kids without even having them. I could only imagin how happy they would be with their own kids.

'You will also be happy don't worry'  the sweet voice of the goddess said making me relieved.I didn't respond but I know she understand me regardless of the answer.

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