Fifty one

CHAPTER 51.

GLENN

For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to stop watching him. The more I tried to leave this whole scenery behind me in a big vacuum in my mind the bigger the picture.

It was getting to that point –That juncture where it was definite that every move I made would be influenced by him.

Was this causing him so much pain as well?

I couldn't help thinking about the impact all this had on him.

Perhaps, I was a hypocrite for judging him this way. Too blind to see that leaving him had it won damage in him as well, while I never wanted all of this to start with, they were all clear signs that we were suffering from not having enough courage to share a common truth—The fact that we both had deep underlying feelings that we were too weak to face.

I felt like a weakling for stalking him for the third time that day, but at the same time I couldn't help but to be curious about where he had gone after seeing Storm out of the room.

I sat there across from him with my hands trailing down my neck absentmindedly, shouldn't I just go and be with him?

The mere thought of doing that sent the nerves in my veins all racing and all my synapses still firing, I dragged my feet to the bartender hoping that I'd catch his attention somehow…it shouldn't be too hard right?

As I made my way across the pub,it was easy to see that this man was far gone, he was sold out to his delusions, his madness —we shared one thing after all, and it had nothing to do with the deep down feeling we had for each other, it was a common craziness.

At the table I shut my eyes, as I did my gaze was forced to the back of the room where he was.

"What do you need?" The man at the table asked.

"Anything cheap." I searched my bag as I spoke before tossing him a quarter.

Sipping my brewed juice I wondered how bad he got it. Was the thought of me doing so much damage?

An unpleasant weight pulled on my chest as the truth hit me, if he was definitely feeling this way for just me leaving then coming back to his life wouldn't be a favor, it would rather be catastrophic.

In a restless daze, I ran my hands through my hair and pulled myself away from my seat. For a minute I thought he had seen his drunken gaze across the room.

I hurried out of the door, looking behind to see him still seated …feeling all relieved, I glanced at my watch before starting to walk home.

Empty dark– desolate earth, my mind rented through every bit of the aura that was covering the atmosphere at that period.

It had been twenty minutes of walking and I was starting to regret spending that much on drinking. From time to time I stopped to flag down a car or two, but it was all a waste of time.

In my little stay here at Town End , it was easy to say no one cares about you, if you are lucky to find one then good, my mind went again to Ann.

A good part of me wondered how she would react, if she heard I dropped out of the car just to trace him all around —

It was a good thing I had the rest of the day free, already I was feeling a bit tired from running with my mad wolf all through the night, then stalking him all around town for half that day.

The only good thing was the mild weather, how it softened my soul despite that bit of

negativity that still leaked from the aura around into mine.

I was beginning to learn I was becoming selfish with my decisions, but the truth was when it came down to Santiago, I never think using my brain, I do so with an entirely different organ —I do so with my heart.

Funny how much my heart thought of him all this while, deep down I wished I could pull the curtains and all these feelings would vanish.

Yet, I was not oblivious to the fact that I'd still feel it when the curtains were opened, he was my mate…My human mate, and while it was funny how fate would pair a human with half an animal, the fact was he was my soul mate, my forever.

All this feeling left a fascination so deep in my skin, it was like it had been there all this while and I was only starting to trigger it.

My breathing turned deep as for no reason I relived the night: the night I had seen him for the first time while he had to try to hit me.

For some reason that feeling came again, that feeling that made it look like he was watching, perhaps watching me.

It happened so swiftly, a lorry drove past where I was missing me by only a margin.

I was in rage as I turned back to look at the crazy driver, a car was coming from the other direction and had almost crashed with —

"No!"

Whatever thought I had in my mind went blank as I saw the car smash into a tree.

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My heart beat came in slow paces —

Bu-bum …Bu-bum.

Istill felt dazed, there was a ringing sound in my head as for that minute I had just one word on my lips.

What just happened?

You know there comes a point in life when you are left with choices and know some way you have to decide on what to do, you have to decide whether to influence it , this was one of those times.

I was right there still with my jaw dropping as I stared at the car still with a blaring horn.

Diesel and blood, the stench of the two filled the air.

A man walked out of the car, and made a distance before he collapsed on the floor, seeing this left a puddle of dread in my stomach. There was no way I could watch him die, not on my watch.

I was about about making my way toward where he was when the car explodes sending me to the ground, I should get filled with dread yet all this had the opposite effect—sinking into my skin as a

breathless feeling if anxiety went all the way to my toes.

I was filled with this uncertainty and could sense it as It curled in my chest leaving me in a twisted web that was tangled over my soul.

The man who was still laying still was a victim of circumstances, I had the choice to walk past him, and leave him for the authorities.

Still there was this feeling that I couldn't control more like I was being compelled to help, more like my soul and his had this magnetic chain around them.

I swallowed, and then forced one foot slowly, in the direction of the man,my gaze burned as it stuck to the figure of the man still on the floor.

My heart raced, and I prayed for a miracle —

"Don't let him be dead please…" I muttered again and again.

My skin danced with unease as I walked closer, each step taking me closer, slowly but definitely.

The logical part of me just wanted to turn and walk away. Still there was this part of me telling me I shouldn't, it only made all the more serious by the fact that I wanted to know if he was alive or perhaps who he was .

Just a few steps away , the idea that I might soon see who it was left a thrill behind —It left a dangerous dread.

I finally looked from the sky to him, as it grew all dark around me all of sudden, by now I was close, so close I could make out his wide shoulders in a vintage shirts, his shape though still yet outlined by the brightly lit horizon,his presence beckoning though as it laid comfortable but distant, almost like he found a better peace.

Still feeling tipsy, with too many thoughts in my mind, I headed to him as fast as I could.

The more I looked at this man from Io close, the more he bore so much resemblance with Santiago.

My feet froze, my hands covered my lips muffling any sounds I could make.

It was him alright, or someone that looked like him.

Whoever it was gave the same energy, the same aura.

One hand went down to the man, reaching down to touch him while the other was in my heart as though I was trying to stop it from falling out.

I wore a dark expression as I flipped the man over just for confirmation.

"Oh, no…no." I took step's back as I crashed to the ground.

"Santi!" I screamed.