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Recently a friend of mine passed away so don't expect this chapter to be peachy perfect…RIP Mitchell 3

I sat on the stairs, one of the few staircases around the mountain. My arms were wrapped around my legs, my chin on my knee like a child. At this moment I did feel like a child. In a sense I was pouting like one…I was acting like one…I was one, compared to those around me.

My mind kept replaying the scene I witnessed moments before the battle ended. It felt like it was on an endless loop, a broken record to torture and taunt me. Mr. Crepsley's word echoed almost constantly making my nails sink into my own palm, my body shake.

Now I was in deep depression, empty of the anger I once felt. I heard someone limp before seeing them, looking out of the corner of my eye to see a blur of red sitting next to me. The soft sound of cloth swishing next to me seemed loud to me…

"How are you feeling, Sam?" Seba softly asked as though speaking loudly, or even normally, would shatter me to pieces.

My eyes remained glued to the dirty ground underneath my feet, half closed with exhaustion and defeat. Part of me wanted to march into the infirmary, yank Crepsley away and just…be childish. The other part, the smarter part, knew to let him be.

"I am…horrible." I answered after a moment's pause. "I'm jealous that Crepsley is with Arra…" my teeth latched onto my bottom lip as soon as I blurted out this shameful confession.

If he was surprised, he hid it well. However, I think he was expecting that answer. His voice was deep and full of wisdom but this time, it had a certain hint in it that the wisdom was directly to me. "Sam…he loves you. He loves Arra. It is difficult to forget about an old mate when they might be dying."

"You didn't hear what I heard though!" I snapped without meaning to, tightening my grip around my legs. "You didn't hear what I heard him say to her." The last word was spat out like venom and inwardly I regretted it, flinched with shame even.

"And what did he say?" Seba asked in a calm collected voice; it was exactly the opposite of my own, about to lose control, hysteria.

I spoke without meaning to. "She asked for a kiss, she knew she was in no shape and said she'd like a kiss…and he told her…" my voice rose on its own, "that there will be plenty of time for that later! He does not love me Seba!"

My head snapped around to meet his gaze at long last but I was in for a surprise; instead of finding his sympathetic face, I found his arms around me in a comforting hug. I could feel my throat tighten with tears and feel the pressure behind my eyes build, trying not to release the waterworks.

"…If he did not love you, he would not have told the Princes he wanted you as a mate." Seba said in a firm voice, putting out the last of my doubts.

Next chapter: Crepsley deals with Arra's death, so does Sam. Review please!