The Darkness In Us

No Surprises There

A/N: Hey guys! Lena again. I just wanted to let you guys know that this book is getting near its end. I've been sort of rereading it and...I've honestly been thinking about rewriting a good chunk of it because I feel like I could improve it. I do want to work on a sequel for this dealing with the Rise of Iron-Red War. After that I'd probably like to do a like Curse of Osiris-Shadowkeep one. These two other books are just ideas though, not guaranteed. Anyways, hope ya'll are doing good. :)

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Bela's POV

I'm honestly in shock. I can't believe Uldren, of all people, would beg. He really has changed and I don't know what to tell him. I look into his eyes and I look down quickly. No. No, no, no. No.

"Bela-"

"Leave." I say, my voice choked. He looks at me and I can see him breaking.

"You don't -"

"I do mean it. Leave." I say. He looks at me, hard, jaw clenched.

"If I leave...Bela if you do this..."

"What, you'll kill yourself? You'll kill someone else? What?" I ask, my voice harsh. "Be my guest."

"You don't mean that." he says quietly. I drop my gaze down to the ground.

"Bela if you let me walk out that door...I'm not coming back. I'm not seeing you again. We'll be done. Indefinitely."

"Is that what you really want?" he asks after a few minutes. He keeps pushing and I'm just...closing myself off.

"I'm sure that I never wanted to feel anything for you. I'm tired of feeling. I'm tired of it." I say. He gets closer to me and he lifts my face to see him. I look into his eyes and I try to look down but he keeps me still.

"I'm sorry about everything...Bela you mean too much to me."

"Then why?" I ask, tears falling. He stays quiet but his gaze holds mine nonetheless. I hate crying more than anything.

"Moments of weakness...I missed you...you wouldn't answer my calls or my messages. Jol and I got drunk and it...happened. It doesn't excuse it but it's the truth." he says.

"I-"

"Please..." he breathes. I'm against the wall and his hands fall to my hips. I want to be mad but this man...disarms me.

"Bela." he says, voice low, husky.

"No, no. I'm done with your mind games. I'm done with feeling like I'm the only one that feels anything real in this. You only show me that you want me. Not that you love me."

-Time skip-

I let him walk out of the house. It was a done deal, we would never talk again. Months passed before I heard anything about him. Cayde and I had become close friends again and I kept it strictly friends, no messing around. I had sent over divorce papers but Uldren had yet to send me back the original copy with his signature on it.

I headed for a bar in the Last City and I sat at the bar rather than a booth. I was riding solo tonight. It had now been exactly four months since I had seen him. Truth be told, I missed him. It hurt so much to not have him around that I wished to die, something Ares was quick to catch onto. I drank every single day.

I was a mess.

I headed out of the bar when they closed and walked home, a bottle in hand. When I got into my home, I quickly realized someone was there. I drew my gun and approached with caution at the figure with a hood on.

"Who the hell are you?" I demand. The figure slowly turns and I'm surprised.

Uldren is standing before me, hands up in surrender. I clench my jaw as every thing comes rushing back.