He Belongs To Me✔️

2-54|| Losing Hope

*6 months later*

MELIA

..Angel, I miss you...

 ..subdue her...getting out of control...

...need to leave...

My mind lapses in and out of consciousness. My eyes, unable to open, and my limbs, unable to move. 

I can feel my energy slipping away, slowly, but surely.

"I am deeply sorry, Mr. Ivanov, but we're gonna have to take her off life support if she doesn't wake up in a couple of days. It is very unhealthy to keep her in this state" a voice says.

"NO!" The voice is full of anguish and my heart aches from the pain I hear in my mate's voice.

Why can't I open my eyes and see him?

Why can't I lift my hand and touch him?

Why can't I wake up?

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CASPIAN

More tears drip from my eyes and I hastily wipe them away. 

All I've seemed to do these past days is cry and sulk.

The doctors are cutting Melia off of life support today and I'm not ready.

I'm not ready to lose her.

She's my rock.

She's my other half.

She's the love of my life.

She's the sole reason for my purpose.

I've prayed and prayed, but in vain. There is no change in her condition. She just lays in the bed, looking more lifeless as each day passes.

A lump builds up in my throat and I struggle not to break down in tears, seeing as I am in school.

I feel weak.

I'm her mate for fuck's sake and I couldn't even protect her.

The doctors said they're gonna give me a few moments with her before they do it so I'm heading over there after school.

Luna rubs my back, trying to express comfort but I just feel numb.

Like I'm underwater.

Class drones by but I can't seem to focus on anything other than the fact that I am going to lose my Angel. 

I don't even notice my phone is ringing until Jon nudges me and points at my pocket.

"You know the rules, Mr. Ivanov," Mr. M says, glowering at me.

"No" I growl, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my phone.

"Excuse me?" He looks taken back, his mouth slightly open in shock.

"Every time I answer my phone on speaker because of you, I get bad news. So no, I'M NOT GOING TO PUT IT ON FUCKING SPEAKER!"

I answer the call and hold my phone up to my ear, glaring pointedly at Mr. M as I do so.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mr. Ivanov. It's Dr. Reese Tanden. There's been a development in the Melia's condition."

My blood turns to ice at the implied message in his words. 

"You're c-cutting her off life s-support n..now?" I stammer, my voice breaking at the end of my statement.