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"Let us break the engagement." Yuuri had uttered.
After hearing those horridly heartbreakingly words, Wolframs hand stilled in the air as if it was frozen, emerald eyes opened as wide as possible. His heart stopped from beating. No erratic sounds, no blood pumping, just nothing, except for the cold silence in the air. This is only in his imagination right, Yuuri wouldn't actually say those words to him would he; did he really say them? But the words "Let us break the engagement" repeated over and over circling in his mind as if stuck on a broken loop unable to be fixed. His heart felt like it was breaking to the point beyond repair; this is painful, oh so aguishly painful, just let this is a dream, please.
His right hand in the air, slowly and silently fell onto the bed in between them. Before trembling, he clutched the white silk of the bed tightly. While his unoccupied left hand squeezed his trouser with equal tightness. He allowed his head to bow just a little, so a mop of his blond fringe covered his eyes. As he felt his eyes sting with the unshed tears slowly blurring.. No, he won't cry, not again, he couldn't. Is this what his life was meant to be like? Full of pain and suffering as well as great sorrow and misery... What? Did he even have a life in the first place?
His father had never wanted him. His brothers had their own lives to deal with that they didn't even take a little bit of room to look at him. When he was still young he was always left on his own in his room, sulking. Even with his mother, as much as she claimed to love him and adore him she left him alone too, all those times when he needed her, he had never felt anything but an unwanted burden to his family. And now even, Yuuri to, doesn't want him. The one person he thought would give him the love; he had hoped and craved for all these years. They're all just the same, everyone.
It wasn't like he hadn't expected this though, but he had hope that perhaps... just perhaps Yuuri could love him.. But no, Yuuri wanted nothing but to break up with him. He mocked himself with a mirthless almost hush chuckle. Adamant tears began to fall. With wobbly feet, he stood up. He mopped his tears away with his hand; his head still looked down, facing the floor. He clasped his chest. Why was his chest tightening? He can't breathe.
On the other hand, Yuuri was dwelling with his own emotion that he never noticed the notion of the other beside him. He had to do this. Heaving a sigh, he squared his shoulder. "We need to do this Wolf to free ourselves." he said in a determined voice. But deep inside his heart was also breaking. He kept telling himself that he must do the right thing even if he didn't want that. If nothing else can make Wolfram happy than to nullify their engagement and let him be with the one he truly loved, then he would do just that wolframs happiness was the most important thing right now, not the others not even his own, nothing but the man standing in front of him mattered.
Even though, it meant so much pain for him. He'd been selfish long enough. But if it means Wolfram's happiness then he would undoubtedly give up.
It was his utterly fault why it happened after all. Maybe, if he had proclaim to Wolfram that he was in love with him six months ago before horrible day, there might be a possibility that he never fallen in love with the lady, right? He was a fool to believe that Wolfram will always remain on his side for nothing, such a fool.
He let the blond suffer with his presence and wimpy denial long enough that instead wanting to be with him, Wolfram had wanted to be with that lady, a simple yet beautiful lady. And him, He was Just a simple looking teenager. His looks didn't even compete with her. To recapitulate it all, he was just a simple king with nothing too proud of. Wolfram only stayed in the engagement because of his title as a king. The blond was a soldier. A soldier trained to follow the order of those on the higher rank. Arrogant Wolfram may seem, but his one of the most dependable and discipline soldier to oppose king's command.
So, he decided to move first. He will make everything right.
"I feel terrible to do this Wolf but if you want to be with someone you love, I would let you go. I won't allow you to abide in the engagement that you, yourself do not like. I know you love someone Wolf. I have to do this even though it's painful." he spoke in hush whisper that if someone was talking, nobody will hear it, but there is no one.
The other chuckled, bitterness apparent in his tone. "I love someone? Painful? Do you know what painful is Yuuri?" he chuckled again with similar tone. "Reversing the situation, are you? Are you implying that I love another?" he asked in a pain, staggering voice. At Wolfram's outburst, Yuuri abruptly turned his head towards the fire mazoku.
His face marring confusion but it dispersed in a second after seeing the blond's mien. Though his emotions was cloaked perfectly with the tresses of hair, Yuuri can distinct the flowing tears on Wolfram's cheeks. He was crying.
"I've been pursuing you for four intolerable years Yuuri. And you're telling me I have someone that I love?" Wolfram's voice was barely a whisper.
"But I heard you...you with that lady..." Yuuri trailed off. He didn't hear Wolfram replied but that lady..she... He heard Wolfram sobbed. He didn't want to see him crying. No. 'I don't like it.'
"Was it very hard to tell me the real reason Yuuri?" he meet the onyx eyes, and there Yuuri saw the shadow of Wolfram's pain. Reason? But he thought this step of breaking the engagement would make the fire mazoku happy. He already anticipated the agony, the pain, not the puzzlement. But that pain in his eyes. It's true. Was he wrong with his conclusion? Did Wolfram actually love him and not that woman? Why? But...
"You really are insensitive Yuuri. If you love someone you can say it. Could you, please, be more considerate with my feelings Yuuri." He said, accusing. "If you wish to marry someone else, I have no intention of dissuading you to not do it. No one will stop you. You're the king." he brushed his tears harshly.
Yuuri stayed silent. Speechless but a tug on his chest was inevitable.
"You know, I actually believe that you did love me. I am stupid." He stopped, he felt his strength weakened. Wolfram's chest tightened even more. It's hard to breath, he was suffocating.
"Wolf...I'm sorry I thought... I thought you love that girl." he spat out.
Now, Yuuri was certain that the fire mazoku was still love is still with him. Knowing that, he felt his heart will burst out in delight. He is so stupid for acting on an impulse.
'Arggh Yuuri!' he thought angrily But wait, who's that girl? 'Alright!' he said in his head. He has to fix this misunderstanding first before he ask about the lady.
"Girl?" Wolfram asked bluntly, seemingly undeterred on his toes, he then exhaled harshly.
"Yes." Yuuri nodded. "I assume you were in love with that lady you were speaking with in the courtyard. Well, I thought she was confessing." He scratched his nape.
Wolfram looked at him weirdly while still clutching the fabric on his blue uniform near his chest. Girl? Who? At the courtyard…wha-…then it hit him.. His eyes widened. The apprehension etched on his fair and tear stained face.
"Do you remember now?" the double black asked bashfully.
Wolfram gritted his teeth, throwing deathly glares at him. Tears were still falling from the emerald eyes. With confidence, Yuuri idly trotted his way towards the blond, wishing to chase the tears away.
"Wolf..." he raised his hand to touch the blond's face but it didn't reach as the blond acrimoniously slapped his hand, enough to lose his balance and made him stumbled backward. Unfortunately, the pillar of the bed appropriately position onto where Yuuri's head were destined to fall. A loud impact resounded with his fall. And that made the raven drift into unconsciousness.
Wolfram watched in alarm, dumbfounded. What have he done? Breathing heavily, he walked closer to Yuuri, crouching down to inspect him. To his delight, Yuuri had made no injury. He sighed in relief. He swallowed. His chest tightened. He was sweating. Why was it so hard to breathe? What is happening to him?
Holding the edge of the bed he braced himself to stand up and call for Gisela. He had to move fast. However, his situation had failed him to do so. He had managed to precede a few steps away from the door but his knees weakened making him toppled on the floor. With a blurry sight, he tried to crawl, but he tumbled again and this time his own eyes closed on its own accord, bringing him into blackness.
All the while Conrad was anxious. But he didn't know why. Everything is all right.
The party is fine. The guests were all uproariously enjoying the party, nothing to worry about here.
Except for the wonderment of why Yuuri cancelled his plan, was still itching on his brain. What made Yuuri changed his mind?
After telling everyone about Yuuri's 'change' of plan, all of them gave him a questioning look. He did not know Yuuri's reason. Gwendal glared at him and then escaped to his office. His mother Celi seemed to be a bit down. And Gunter seemingly depressed even though he was one that retaliated about His Majesty's plan.
Yuuri was in his room, so why can't he stop worrying. And Wolfram was heading to Yuuri. They're alright. He tried to assure himself. But nothing happened His anxiety didn't vanish even with that thought. Affixed, he decided to go to Yuuri's room. Sighing, Conrad journeyed the long corridor.
Shortly thereafter he arrived at his destination. No guards were around. He knocked at the door. But no one is answering. Inside the room was silent. So quiet that it becoming suspicious. Conrad's anxiety grew. He knocked again, still nothing.
"Your Majesty? Wolfram?" he called, then knocked on the second time. No reply.
He tried the knob to find it unlock. Parting the door open, he peered inside, adjusting his eyes to the light
"Your Majesty? Wolfram?" the scene made him stopped. Yuuri and Wolfram were both sprawled on the cold floor like dead. He ran towards them. He observed them and to his relief, they're breathing. He hastily hefted Wolfram's body to the bed and next was Yuuri's, he laid them beside each other.
"What happened here?" he asked himself, worry etching on his face. Before walking outside, however, he took a last glance to the two and then hauled his feet to move to search for the healer.