Will paced outside his parabatai's room. Stupid, he thought to himself what I did was obscenely stupid. He had gone to an ifrit den andtaken sport in what was killing Jem. He had never seen his friend so angry so betrayed. He had gone too far this time and he knew it.
He reached for the door and hesitated. What was he to say? Jem had taken what he had done in the worst way possible, would he forgive him? He shook off the thought of course Jem would forgive him. Jem always forgave him, Jem always forgave everyone. Though he had never hurt Jem quite like this... Well he would never know if he didn't try.
He pushed open the door which was already slightly ajar and stepped into the room to see something that he could have never even imagined. Jem and Tessa intimately tangled in each other. He could hardly believe his eyes. Can this happen? He asked himself for there was no way that what he was seeing could be actually happening.
He took a step back and knocked into a shelf sending a few books falling to the floor. Just then Jem and Tessa both look his direction. Their eyes widening in unison, the silence that followed lasted what felt like an eternity. Nobody dared speak, nobody dared move. Finally Jem cleared his throat and asked "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough" Will said bleakly and walked out of the room. As he walked he lurched as if he was drunk. He felt dizzy, suddenly all the whole hallway seem to tip over and he slid to the ground, his legs no longer supporting his weight. He put his face in his hands. He had this coming all along hadn't he? After all he had done everything in his power to make Tessa hate him and now she obviously did. But this was what he wanted wasn't it? He had only been doing what was best for her. Being with Jem was probably what was best for her. If this is what he wanted then why did it hurt so much?
His sadness suddenly turned to rage, it was the demon. He had done this too him; he had killed Ella and made it so that he could never be loved. He got to his feet and slammed his fist into the wall opposite him leaving a deep imprint mark. He hit the wall again this time leaving a fist-sized hole.
He heard footsteps hurrying towards him he looked in the direction of the sound but his vision was blurred he could only make out the shape was one of a girl.
"Will…" said the voice that he could recognize anywhere, the voice that constantly sounded in his dreams calling to him. Tessa's voice.
