"Journey," Someone calls my name in the distance. "Journey," the voice calls again in a heartbroken tone. I stir in the warmth surrounding me. "Please, baby, wake up." Gabriel? What was wrong? Why did he sound like he was ready to cry?
I slowly open my eyes and Gabriel instantly comes into view. He was on my right, his hand intertwined with mine. He looks up when he hears the sheets ruffle with my movements.
"Gabriel?" I ask.
He lets out a fitful breath and shakily crawls in beside me. He wraps me in his arms and rocks back and forth with me in a soothing manner. "I thought I was going to lose you. Oh God, I thought I was going to lose you," he whispers, his lips grazing my neck.
"I'm...I'm sorry." I mutter and I feel him sigh.
"Journey, don't be sorry. It was my fault anyways for ever being involved with her." He says and I feel my heart constrict painfully. "Oh God, Journey," he whispers. "I'm so sorry. Fuck me, you're perfect and I'm a fucking mess. A fucking idiot who lost what his mate should have taken away. I'm so sorry," he repeats and strokes my hair gently.
"I'm not perfect. I'm anything but perfect. I have secrets, Gabriel, that I hope you never find out. I've done things that are disgusting and I know you won't want me anymore. I know it," I cry and hit his chest. "You won't want me! You don't know what I did! You don't know!" I sob, feeling broken and tired. "You don't know." I whisper. I throw another weak fist at his chest but he catches it and brings it to his lips.
"I know." He says and pulls me closer.
"What?" I ask angrily.
"I know." He repeats, his voice cracking. He looked as if he was on the verge of tears. He shoves my sleeve up; revealing my scars. I lift my head up to look at him, my eyes wide. "And I'm sorry that I wasn't there to tear those assholes up for even looking at you." He spits out bitterly.
I sigh, "So now you fucking know." I look away from him. "Disgusting isn't it?" I ask, tears falling onto my scarred arms.
Fingers wrap around my chin and pull my head up. Not once leaving my eyes, he lifts my arm to his lips and kisses each scar lovingly. I sniffle and watch him, tears spilling out of my eyes. Gabriel wipes my tears and decorates my face with light kisses. From cheeks, to forehead, to ears, to nose. He hesitates before finally taking my lips. I melt into the kiss; responding instantly. Eventually, he pulls away from me and places his forehead against mine.
"You don't disgust me, love," he whispers in a husky tone. "You're mine and no matter what you do, you'll always be mine." He assures and lays back. Naturally, my head lay on his chest.
He strokes my head lovingly and keeps whispering sweet nothings into my ear until, finally, we both fall asleep.
A/N: Did I kill your soul and send it off to burn in hell last chapter? If so, great! If not, sorry. I'll try harder. ;) I hope everyone is enjoying so far and know that I love the comments from last chapter. Bye~
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The Scarred Luna (On Hold)
Werewolf" I know, " he whispers, taking a step towards me. "What?" I ask angrily. "I know." He repeats, his voice cracking. Gabriel looked as if he was on the verge of tears. He shoves my sleeve up; revealing my scarred arm. "And I'm sorry that I wasn't the...
