I sat by the window, looking out into the bright joyous forest as the sun rays shone above it and yet I wasn't even allowed to step on the grass.

"I told you not to think about going outside." he whispered into my ear as he slowly wrapped his arms around my waist, taunting my inner innocence.

I decided not to answer but gaze out into the open, trying to think this through in the most positive ways, but it all came in negatives. Being his mate till death sounds like selftorture. I don't want to live with him, never will willingly want to.

What can I do if he doesn't reject me back?

"Emily." he stroked my hair as his bare chest pressed on my blanketed back. "Please talk. It's been a week... I'm losing it."

He can keep dreaming in rainbows and bunnies. Being silent for more than two days cracked him up fair enough. Yesterday he knelt down and broke into tears, just so I can laugh and talk, but it didn't work. No matter how many tears he shed. In the end, those tears were just part of his act.

"Emily," he groaned, moving to face me. I didn't bother to look away, instead, I looked directly at his pain struck eyes. "Say something... Please."

I simply stared at him as he laced our fingers together, a sudden wave of warmth passed through my arm from his touch, leaving a crawling feeling where it faded.

"Come on babe, you can't do this. We're getting married next week... I'll make you happy... you'll love me and I'll love you back, but I already do, so you get the point.... Please,"

"That's all you freaking want!? Love!?" I stood up, making him jump a little before smiling in relief. "If I wasn't your stupid mate I know I'd be dead by now."

"Well," he shrugged. "That's how life is Emily..."

"You don't want me," I said, tears blurring my vision at my obvious answer. "You just want love. I don't know how sickening your past is but I know you're dying for love and that's it. You don't care about me, you care about the love that might disappear if I die. I know finding someone else for you wouldn't be satisfying because a mate's love is different...." I took a deep breath and batted my eye lids quickly to whip away the tears. "You don't love me for who I am but what I have. Your stupid destined love!"

I moved away from him, trying to give myself some space to breathe and control my temper. That's been one of the things I also hated. He cared about himself. When his silence got stronger, I dashed out of the room and into a slightly dark corridor. I walked towards the door leading to the backyard when the two guards stopped me. Each growling and eyes shifting as if I was the enemy.

"Ugh, please, I've had a rough day already, let me just sit in that stupid garden!" I waved my arms around and they both chuckled quietly, shaking their heads in denial.

"You can do better than that Luna." one of them said as he leaned his back onto the doors, relaxing a bit.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, feeling exhausted and irritated. I turned away from them instead and walked towards the vacant room where I believe there was a window wide enough for me to slip through and escape without notice. I twisted the door knob but it just didn't open.

Figures. It's locked.

He practically bared the windows so they were small enough that I couldn't slip through, but the vacant room's window were not touched so I'm guessing they decided to lock it instead.

I walked back ingo Grey's room where I found him on the exact same spot, facing out the window and lost in his own world. Almost seeming as though his oil had left his body and was now crumbling from the inside.

Pain filled the darkest depths of my heart. It seemed as though the more we argue, the more I'm connected to him, and it hurts me when all I'm trying to do is get away from him.

"Grey?" The words slipped out of my mouth as soon as I could realise it. He didn't turn at all. His back muscles twitched and flexed in response instead. I was failing to be nice when all he did was hurt me. I didn't want him to think he's right all the time so a little discipline wasn't a crime. "Could you tell the guards to let me out? I just want to be in the garden. I won't run, promise."

He exhaled and nodded but didn't answer. This time I was a bit taken aback. He couldn't be broken. What I said was the truth and I wasn't wrong.

I sighed and walked back into the corridor. The guards up ahead weren't there anymore meaning he simply told them to back off telepathically.

I pushed two heavy doors open and the bright sun coated me with it's honey embrace as I smiled at the warm feeling I missed out for nearly a week now. I walked barefooted towards the wide vast garden up ahead. Different roses and trees grew around in a big wide circle like its own natural décor

I reached the centre and knelt down to my feet, stroking the small rose that grew on it's own. I searched around the garden, exploring every inch of it until I nearly stumbled over a slab. I turned almost in an instant only to gasp in shock when I realised it was a tomb stone.

I gazed over it until I found the name Ariana slightly below the name Brave. I knew it was a name by the way it was written. Which leaves me to one question.

Who was Brave?

I suddenly felt heat rise up my cheeks and I turned, confused at my own action only to find out why my body suddenly felt flushed. Grey was standing by the door and staring at me.

I turned back to the tomb stone and noted a small story underneath.

The darkest petals

The hearts are fetal.

Days can pass

But we won't last

Tears are shed

Yet we're not heard.

I've lost it all

And known to fall

Said I'd find the one

But there is none.

How long should I run?

I've always hated poems.

They were always so complicated and never made sense to me no matter what perspective I ought to make it. Whatever it says it must do with Grey. Someone died and that someone meant a lot to him.

I stood up straight and looked ahead of me. Only visioning a dark blurry forest with no piece of life.

"She was something else," I jumped in fright only to see Green-eyes. Studying me from the top of a tree. He tilted his head to the side a bit as if trying to see me.

"What?" I furrowed my brows a bit and he glanced up at Grey who hadn't noticed him then pointed at the tombstone underneath him. I glanced down at the names again. "Ariana?"

"The other one," he said it in a near whisper as he narrowed his eyes at me, as if expecting something.

"Brave is a female?" I asked, looking back at the name.

"Sure," he shrugged getting down. "You still remember we have to kill him right?"

I whipped my head towards him. I had completely forgotten! And we are getting married...

I'm supposed to be agreeing with his death but suddenly, I'd rather keep him alive than dead.

"I knew you'd have second thoughts about this," he sighed as he removed a small pocket knife from his back pocket and handed it to me.

"You're remaining with 7 days," he whispered as he placed it in my palm. "Deadline's the same day as your wedding, you have to take the chance."

I stared at him with a hallow feeling in my head. I had to sacrifice Grey's life for mine?

"I..."

"Emily," I glanced over my shoulder only to see a girl wearing a maiden's uniform. "Oh sorry! I mean Luna!"

I glanced back only to realise Green-eyes was gone. I sighed and covered the knife with my palms hiding it from her.

"Yes?" I turned at her and for a brief moment she glanced down at my palms. I cleared my throat and she glanced back at my eyes, chiding to ignore the question she had in mind.

"Oh... Dinner's ready," she said then looked back at my palms for a second before leaving.