Sorry that I haven't updated for quite a while, been busy with other commitments, but now I shall update it. :D
It's not very good but meh. Wasn't sure what to write for this one.
Little-miss-Hyper - I'm glad you like the stories :P
Sam - lol thanks! and I can say that you got one of your guesses right lol :P I'll leave you to guess which one...
sheikgoddess – Gah! Okays…I'm updating this if you promise not to hit me. Deal?
He watched her delicate form, crying, and wondered what on Earth he was meant to do to stop the pain she was feeling. When she cried, he couldn't help but feel a certain wetness in his eye either, after all - they may as well have been two halves of the same person. He felt what she felt, and vice versa.
"Are you telling me it's over?" she sobbed through her tears, and every word ripped his heart apart to the point where he too was crying, "After everything! After all this...waiting...It's over?"
"NO!" He didn't mean to yell the word, but it shook the walls of the mansion, feet pattered up the staircases of the mansion, until they realised the raised voices came from one of the soulmate couples and barrelled back down them. No one wanted to be caught in the crossfire of an angry soulmate couple, with all the excitement in the mansion the last few weeks it was positively dangerous. Some of them were high and giddy, some not talking to one another, and the kitchen had still to be repaired. All they needed was another misunderstanding.
"THEN WHAT!" His soulmate didn't care about the well-being of their social life inside of the mansion, and - at that moment in time - neither did he. Even if the welfare of Circle Daybreak relied on everyone keeping calm. He took a deep breath and sighed. She misunderstood his sigh for impatience, "well, I'm sorry for taking up your precious time!" through her tears she found the door and pushed through it.
He watched her go, feeling as though his heart was snapping inside his chest. He wanted to go after her, but didn't know how. He didn't have any experience with this; any experience of showing how much he cared.
He sat, feeling wetness trickle down his cheek, on the edge of the silk-covered bed. Looking around the room, he saw traces of her everywhere. The vanity desk which was covered with makeup, books and notepads, the pictures of her friends and family, even the odd one of their better times: a picnic on the beach in California, a picture of them on a small mission in Africa...the day when he proposed right there on top of the mansion…
Swiping violently at his eyes, he studied the pencils on the desk, wondered if it would have been better for him never to have been born. Of course it would have. Better for her, better for everyone.
"I'm sorry," the voice startled him, and he turned towards the doorway where a familiar figure was standing patiently. Her expression was soft, eyes downcast.
"You're leaving me, aren't you?" he asked, unable to control the sob in his voice and – for once – not really caring.
She stepped forward quickly, put thin arms around his chest, pulling him closer "Goddess no, I'm sorry that you think that. I'm so so sorry. I love you."
"Then why all this?" he asked miserably, willing his eyes to dry. She wasn't leaving him, and that was the good thing. He wasn't going to lose his fiancé, the thing that made his life worth living. He wasn't going to lose her ever again. He wouldn't let it happen.
"I don't know" she said, "you tell me!"
"It's the whole feeling of hopelessness." He said honestly "I'm vampire, you're human. You're going to die and I'll be on my own again. I can't lose you!"
"Or you could find someone else," she shuddered, "I don't like it. The thought makes me sick but…"
"Then be with me forever." He begged "don't let me lose you again. I can't live without you."
Her answer was short, but it filled him with such happiness that she may as well have said a thousand words "Ok."
