As I slowly awaken from my slumber, I stretch my arms above my head, feeling the gentle pull in my muscles. Opening my eyes, I take in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. With a drowsy yet contented sigh, I sit up and use the back of my hand to gently rub my eyes, clearing away any remnants of sleep. A yawn escapes my lips; a brief melody of tiredness and readiness for the day ahead. As I turned around, feeling the rush of the morning, I caught sight of the clock and my heart skipped a beat. Only twenty short minutes left until breakfast! Without a moment to spare, I threw off the cozy covers and dashed into the bathroom, determined to freshen up quickly. I know how much Austin values punctuality, and I didn't want to keep him waiting.Speaking of Austin, I couldn’t help but think about how things are going to be right now. I mean, Samaria is back, and now that it seems like she’d be living with us for as long as I don’t know but quite a few days through. I am pret
~ AUSTIN’S POVI can not look her in the eyes. It affects me deeply; my wolf gets hurt in a way I can not explain nor can I handle. She has left a big impact on me, such that I can not comprehend no matter what I do or how I try. It’s just weird how she drives me crazy. I mean, I lose my nuts when I am with her, and just like that, I will find myself unable to control myself. It’s almost as if she has a remote that controls me. I can not even pretend to act like her presence does not affect me because it is; it really does. Seeing her back is deeply impacting on my wolf and I am not even sure if it’s in a good or bad way. At times I feel really violent just by looking at her and sometimes I feel like a butterfly; very happy and just so peaceful. I was absolutely astounded when Samaria first arrived at my house. I had spent a relentless five years on an exhaustive search for her but to no avail. And then, suddenly, she appeared at my front door one evening, seemingly out of nowher
Just as I was about to turn around and head out of the kitchen, a voice caught me off guard. "Austin."I instantly recognized it; it was Samaria's. I turned around, my voice filled with surprise. "What are you doing here?"She responded, "You said I can live here."I raised an eyebrow, still taken aback. "I mean, what are you doing here at this time?"Samaria lifted her water bottle for me to see and explained, "I wanted water.""Ohh," I said with a nod, understanding her feelings."What about you?" she inquired, genuinely interested in my reason."Same, I wanted water," I replied, realizing we both had a similar need."Oh, okay," she acknowledged.I was about to walk past her and leave when she spoke again, her voice filled with a hint of vulnerability. "Are you able to get any sleep?"I paused, sensing her struggle. "Why did you ask?" I inquired, wanting to understand her situation better."I'm finding it hard to find some sleep, and I guess I need you to give me some tips," she exp
I could feel the beads of sweat trickling down my forehead, my body trembling as I struggled to control my breathing. With each beat, my heart thudded in my chest, its rhythm engulfing my senses. "Austin, you are really starting to scare me. Are you okay?" Samaria's voice trembled with concern as she tried to approach me. I raised my hand, signaling for her to hold back. If only I could find my voice, I would have warned her not to come any closer. "Austin, you need help. Please, let me help you," she pleaded, her voice laced with worry. I must admit, I find it difficult to believe her seemingly insincere concern, considering this is not the first time she has displayed such fake behavior. As I attempted to vocalize my thoughts, I suddenly experienced a numbing sensation, as if every ounce of feeling drained away. Each breath became increasingly arduous as if a vice were constricting my chest. In one moment, perspiration trickled down my forehead, while in the next, an icy chill s
It is really frustrating when I try everything, even sleeping pills, and still can not get any shut-eye. It's as if sleep is playing hard to get with me. And in those moments when I discover myself not being able to sleep, I find myself gazing at the sky, watching the moon disappear and the sunrise, it's like time stands still. The sky has this magical power to always calm my nerves and bring a sense of relief and comfort. It's almost like a gentle reminder that everything will be okay, although I know it isn’t. Last night was such a long and exhausting night for me. I was really looking forward to getting the sleep I desperately deserved. But thanks to Samaria and her fake care towards me, I didn’t get the sleep. Her presence just throws me off balance and makes me feel so restless and uneasy. It's like my body and mind refuse to relax when she is around me. And just like that, the sleeping pills I took lost their magic powers against her. Using the back of my hand to delicately ru
~ BELLA’S POVI can not bring myself to believe that what I saw is a reality. Austin and Samaria… seriously? Is he back with her?Of course he is, she said the sentence "I love you too." That only means one thing. He must have said it to her first.On my god! Austin and Samaria!This is bad, this is really really bad. They can not be together, this is not a good thing for either of them. Samaria is of no good to him. She’s just gonna hurt him again like she did before, put him in a terrible position where he has to deal with depression and anxiety. I can’t let Austin go through that again, he shouldn’t be in such a position again.It’s bad for him.He has already dealt with so many things. Being back with Samaria will just make things worse for him, not to mention that the pains he is currently trying to get over will be like a fresh wound in his heart when she dumps him again. It’s going to hurt him more than it already is and everything will be screwed up again. Austin will change
"Where did you get that?" I ask, my eyes darting from the locket to her face, curiosity bubbling inside me. "What are you talking about?" Samaria asked, a look of confusion on her face.I pointed at the locket in question and replied, "That locket. Where did you get it?" As I reached out to touch it, I couldn't help but notice that it felt exactly like mine—a smooth, metallic surface. I had seen many lockets before, but none quite like this.The situation felt incredibly strange. How did Samaria end up having the same locket as me?"This is a bit awkward," she said, gently removing my hands from the locket. "I know it's a beautiful piece, but there's no need to act so strangely about it.""Where did you get it from?" I asked again, my curiosity piqued.With a groan, she responded, "You are acting really strange about this but If you must know, it's from my parents. They gave it to me on my... my tenth birthday.""Tenth birthday," I quickly interjected, voicing out the words I presume
I waste zero time and immediately open Samaria's locket. And when my eyes land on the picture, my body freezes momentarily as my eyes widen in absolute shock and disbelief. Holy shit! No way, this is real!I had a prediction about this but I didn’t think it would turn out to be true.I couldn't tear my eyes away from the locket, but as Samaria began to leave the room, I hastily called out her name, desperate to share my newfound revelation. She turned around, her eyes filled with curiosity, waiting for my next words."Wait, Samaria!" I blurted out. "I have one last question for you."With a slight tilt of her head, she asked, "What is it?"I took a deep breath and asked, "Do you know what your mom looks like?"Her face fell slightly as she replied, "No, the tugged-up picture I have of her is slightly shed. Neither her face nor anyone's face is visible." Confusion etched across her features, she added, "Why did you ask?"My heart raced as I couldn't contain my excitement any longer. "