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Here's chapter three, I hope you like it! Also I want to apologize for the minor spelling errors in the last chapter; I hope I edited them all in this one. Anyway hope you like the chapter!

The following night, I didn't know what to do with myself. I felt numb. Lost to the point where I couldn't think straight I just paced around my room for hours, my mind racing with endless questions and overbearing thoughts. I paused when I heard a timid knock at my door; shortly followed by my sister appearing from behind it.

Neha:" Hey. Mom said she threw the flowers and the card away; she didn't think you'd want them in the house."

I watched as she paused for a second, glancing down at the floor. It seemed she didn't know how to act around me either. She cleared her throat but as she spoke, it still came out as a small whisper.

Neha:" Listen, I'm sorry for what happened. You didn't deserve it."

I didn't say anything, I couldn't. I knew my voice would sound as weak as I felt. The silence in the room was painful and Neha was just as lost for words as I was.

Neha:" Well errmm… I- I'm going to get some sleep night."

She flashed me a small smile before turning to leave. Unexpectedly, she stopped and turned back; before I could question her actions, she pulled me into a hug. Although I didn't expect it, I was grateful for it as I hugged her back; once again on the brink of tears. As she pulled away I managed to hold them back long enough to force a small smile as she left, quietly closing the door behind her.

Throughout the night, I couldn't find any comfort. Frustratingly tossing and turning, until I gave up and threw the blankets away as I sat with my legs tucked up to my chest. Eventually, I found myself pacing again. Consumed by the silence as I walked around the house as everyone slept, I made my way into the kitchen. I had the thought of maybe attempting to eat something but most of the time my stomach had other ideas, so I decided against it.

Wondering into the living room, I caught my reflection in the mirror above the fireplace. I paused and stood staring at the woman looking back. She looked so lost and alone so weak and broken; I knew that stranger looking back couldn't be me. But she was experiencing the same hurt, the same guilt; the same loss I was. This is the person I am now and there was no changing it. I felt myself shiver as a slight chill filled the room, caressing my bare arms with its ice cold fingers. I let out a small gasp as I looked down at my arms; feeling the cold touch I quickly rubbed them to create a small source of heat. As I glanced back up to the mirror, my heart stopped as I saw those same piercing blue eyes looking back at me. I turned quickly to see nothing, looking back at the mirror my heart dropped, when I saw that he was gone just as quick as he had appeared.

Pushing away from the mirror, I wanted to scream. Everything in me ached; I collapsed into the couch as I lay wide awake staring at the ceiling. I knew I couldn't keep living like this; I needed to face the truth. Just to say it out loud, hear myself say it. Slowly sitting back up, I took a deep breath as I prepared myself for the words that were about to come out of my mouth. I knew it would hurt but I had to say it in order to start accepting it.

Natara:" Mal is…Mal is…he's dead. He's dead and he's not coming back."

As I heard myself say these words, I broke. The guilt was too much; it crashed down on top of me until I shook with anger. I was just so angry; at myself, at him for leaving me. I wanted to scream and cry and break anything I could get my hands on; just do something to stop it hurting. I could pretend all I wanted, but the guilt was always there in the back of my mind. That voice that always stayed with me that always said the same thing. Mal is gone; he's gone because of me.

Hoped you liked this chapter, please review! More to come in chapter four! Jade xx