Divine Justice [Editing]

14. Gulit and Regrets (EDITED)

I stare at every article of clothing inside one of the hugest walk-in closets I've ever seen, and looking at each one makes me feel worse and worse.

On one side of the dimly lit closet are clothes that are clearly Sebastian's, varying from various silk shirts, blazers, crisp white shirts, dress pants, and many others neatly hanged and colour coordinated.

There's a cupboard underneath the hanger items - one that is full of watches that are coordinated by diamond-studded, pure silver, and pure gold. The watches are in one row, and underneath them are several chains that are neatly hanged, each varying from shades of silver and gold.

Underneath the jewelry are pairs of shoes thst are also coordinated by colour, type of shoe, and (clearly) how frequently they're worn.

"Are you alright, reina? You look a bit pale." Sebastian asks me, and the worry in his voice makes me look at him.

"You... you really weren't lying, huh." I mutter, motioning to the set of clothes opposite of Sebastian's.

They were hand picked, I can see that very well. There are varying types t-shirts that are different by colour, size, and even by graphics and the type of thread used to make the tee.

Then there are an endless amounts of denim jackets, denim jeans, and other types of clothes that make me dizzy just by looking at them.

I won't bother to mention the amount of jewelry hidden by the clothes.

"I helped a bit too... I got to understand your style after seeing the types of clothes she would bring, so most of these things were bought by me, but she helped with that." He replies, and I turn to him.

"Thank you," I begin, "but I'll never be okay until I talk to Destiny and apologize to her for being a bratty bitch."

He gives me a flat look, which he quickly replaces with worry.

"I've already told you though. You cannot blame yourself for a situation where you weren't given many options," he states, and I fight a groan, "Destiny disadvantaged you, in a way, and I only added to that. I had no right - despite me being your Mate - and I'm sorry."

I turn to him with a sigh, then step closer to him. I grab his hands - an action that surprised me and him - and I look into his eyes.

"Look, I've been dealt a pretty shitty hand lately, so you shouldn't blame yourself much," I mutter with a roll of my eyes at myself, "I still had no right to go off on her the way I did. I should not have chased her away when I did."

He squeezes my hand, the warmth cementing from his hands oddly assuring.

"I'm sure that by now she must've calmed down and wants to apologize too," he tells me softly, "but knowing Destiny, she's too proud to make the first move."

He rolls his eyes then, causing me to smile.

"I think... you know what? Just call her. She'll probably answer." He encourages, and I shrug, looking down.

"I don't have any way to contact her..." I mutter thoughtfully, "maybe except for the phone she left for me... but I think I trashed that."

He chuckles at that, then shakes his head.

"I understand why you would do that, it's too dangerous to keep a device these days while it's unprotected." He states, and I nod in agreement.

"Exactly."

His smile widens, and he squeezes my hand again.

"She'll come around - just like you're doing - I promise." He whispers, then let's go of my hand to brush a stray strand of my hair away from my face.