Hidden Fantasy-A Werewolf's Obsession

Chapter 51-Aiden & Logan

I was about to give up waiting for Alessia and start heading inside the mansion when a flare ignited within the atmosphere, prompting me to gaze by the lake and see a portal form, and I instantly rejoiced. I dashed towards the gateway, only to see Alessia sprawled on the floor, her hand outstretched in desperation and immediately my smile vanished. I rushed up alongside her and shoved her to face me, sobbing as I saw her face, which was swamped with blood with her eyes shut, and I realised she was lifeless.

I fell on top of her, crying my heart out, "D-don't go…don't leave me…don't leave me alone…don't leave me…" I sobbed knowing that she couldn't hear me. But then the Portal abruptly closed, and I knew it was her spirit departing from her body. I couldn't save her; she was already too far gone. Something drew my attention, and I turned to face her scrunched-up hand, unfolding it to reveal a piece of paper inside. I took a few seconds to read what it stated before lifting her body and hugging her close once more. We go through the waves of grief in the aftermath of a loss, in that most unexpected of emotional storms. If we are fortunate, there is a lighthouse to guide us, a place to seek shelter and warmth, but I had no one in my tragedy. I clutched her firmly, inhaling her fragrance one more before she disappeared from the earth, leaving me alone and heartbroken for all eternity.

"IN TWO DAYS, WE WILL HOLD A FUNERAL FOR HER! GET YOUR PREPARATIONS IN ORDER!" I gave the command, and all of the wolves immediately went to work.

"Death has an appointment with us all guys, and today was mine," the paper wrote.

She was alive the first time I brought her to the mansion, and she was deceased the last time. I looked up at one of the windows to find Logan staring at me, and I understood right away that he had heard and seen everything. Tears welled up in his eyes, as he walked back inside his room, away from the window. That is our fate; it is the only option available to us, and it is a difficult, miserable, and dreadful way of existence. This was the life that everyone had claimed was meant for us, and you and I both knew it, but no matter how much we tried to resist our destiny, it eventually caught up with us. I apologise for the bad news. But, as society had prophesied, you had abandoned me…

Logan

Two days later

I stood in silence at the graveyard, my shoulders drooping under the weight of Death's touch. As the men lowered her casket into the earth, the lips of Mother Earth swallowed her child, my tears came freely. I stared up at the sky, at the black clouds that veiled it, and at the birds that sang our sorrow to the trees, who rustled softly in a melancholy sway, my eyes were swollen with drenched anguish. The flowers looked as dead as the corpse they were adorned with the clouds weeping a quiet rain amid the melancholy people that came that day; the rain matched their tear-stained cheeks. My heart raced in my chest as deep realisation surged through me in strong waves of sorrow, reminding me that the hands of time were still moving.

My legs trembled gradually, and I dropped to my knees, my head in my hands. My throat became clogged with quick, painful breaths, causing me to choke. Tears splattered on her grave, smearing the meticulous writing of a message dedicated to her, offering her serenity in eternity. The grassy dampness on my knees was caused by the dirt on the ground soaking into my pants. I traced the letters etched in the black polished stone with great care: A L E S S I A A L D I N E, R. I. P.

My mind was inundated with images of her, and her scent remained in the graveyard, reminding me of her existence. A chill ran down my spine when a cool breeze swept across my wrinkled cheek. I took a deep breath and shivered. Was she present? Is she aware of how much my heart strives for her? I hoped with all my might that she was aware. The stillness engulfed me now that I was alone. Nothing was there. There was no sound at all, not even the faint call of a bird or the rustle of leaves. Only my weak gasps, hammering pulse, and a sorrowful cry flooded my mind. I stood up, took a few steps back, and gazed longingly at her gravestone. My friend, I'd give anything to be laying there with you. I strolled approached the cemetery gates, saying a solemn goodbye. As I shut the gate on my friend, the groaning of ancient metal penetrated the stillness. I opened my eyes again, recalling her delicate rose lips and the way she always smelt like a fragrant bouquet and jasmine with a hint of cinnamon. Her mesmerising blue eyes gleamed at me with a delightful look, and her wavy grey ombre hair blew in the gentle breeze, occasionally flowing onto my face, giving me a sense of tranquillity.

"I hope to see you again Alessia. Hopefully, in another life", I whispered and with that, I was gone hoping that I would be able to forget about her knowing that it was quite impossible to forget a person like her.