Sad Boy

Jdar!!

Lightning struck each other, rumbling over the sky that felt close. Black clouds gathered, creating a dense dark. The sky wept, dropping her tears that drenched Gaia's land.

Ele looked at Arthur's face which was now closing his eyes. With blood pooling with the water in the pool. Her hands were clenched strongly, the dagger had stuck.

William and Arthur got behind Ele and jumped into the water. With Juliet pulling Eleanor to the edge of the barrier. William lifted Arthur's head out of the water.

Instantly red stains also contaminated William's half-naked body. The werewolf patted Arthur on the cheek, trying to resuscitate the man who may have stretched his life.

There was no response, he checked his slow breathing. Then on his wound, the biggest one was on his shoulder. He pulled it out and placed it next to Arthur, Eleanor's sharply unsheathed dagger. Apparently, Ele didn't manage to kill Arthur. They don't know for what reason. Because now, William could see Eleanor's trembling hands.

Without much words, Wiliam brought Arthur over the edge. Call Juliet to help restore Arthur's energy. He himself approached Ele, no longer wanting to be cheated by the cunning of the fairy. It could have been that the elf suddenly jumped up and finished off Arthur in a single strike.

Arthur's body was badly injured, but Eleanor was deathly pale. Her body was cold, like she had just muffled in an ice pool. Her hands were also trembling, and her gaze was blank.

"I stabbed him very deeply, he should have died. Why do you insist on wanting to help him? He's not part of us, is he?" muttered Ele half-consciously. Her lips were pale, with reddened eyes.

William wanted to get angry, but realized that it could make the atmosphere worse. So he sighed, staring at the fairy's face which was like it was going to die at any moment.

"He's your destiny Ele, if he dies, you'll feel the consequences as well. After all, he didn't get involved in your past. Don't you feel sorry for him?" William looked at Ele inside. The beautiful fairy lowered her head, gripping the wet end of her clothes. Her white porters were getting paler at the moment.

"Me, no matter. He's the same, I don't care if he's involved or not. To me, they're the same. Equally unbelievable. It has no mercy, so, why should I love people like them?" her eyes turned to William. The distraught one was also disappointed, radiating clearly there. Like a still-bleeding stab wound, the wound flowed on William. Who now feels the pain.

"I won't force you to accept your destiny now. But, please hold on for a moment longer. Don't make yourself the same as them. Hurt someone for being selfish, I know you're better than them," William rubbed the top of Eleanor's wet head. The rain began to subside, but the snare had not yet disappeared. It's like being sad, with what the couple went through.

***

The silence that ensued, felt very suffocating. Eleanor sat in a chair, opposite Arthur who was still asleep from exhaustion.

The man's condition is fine. Juliet arrived on time. Help him who almost fell into the abyss of death. Not because of the severity of the physical injury. But because of the wounds that Eleanor plugged in, her soulmate.

Wounds obtained by a partner, can only be healed by a partner. Eleanor felt a little guilty, but she wouldn't admit it. So, she only sits in a distance that tal can be reached with a single motion. But they can still stare at each other.

The presence of a mate when injured, is a very potent drug. They can heal quickly, either physically or mentally.

But in Eleanor and Arthur's case, this became very different. When the mate who gives him a wound, then the cure rate also becomes very small. Unless, if there is indeed a deeper feeling than the wound given.

"I hope you die. But I also can't see the process, how can I get rid of you?" muttered Ele. The elf looked at Arthur blankly.

Every wound, as well as the blood that flows there. Ele created it. She wants to destroy her own destiny. But, at the last moment, she was unable to stick her dagger into Arthur's chest. Their bond, it seems, begins to form unconsciously.

"Why don't we talk about it well first Lea?" his voice was low and hoarse. Eleanor, who was half daydreaming, was instantly aghast. She stood up in a hurry, staring at Arthur who was slowly opening his eyes.

For a moment they looked at each other, emotional scattering flowed profusely. Fill every remaining empty cavity. Even if it's in their breath.

"Why would you want to finish me off, when I'm not part of them?" Arthur's dry lips opened. It was obviously the pain of every word he said. Eleanor wanted to refuse, but her heart felt squeezed when she saw the helpless face in front of her.

Taking a quick breath, Ele strengthened her heart. Looking at Arthur sharply, she set aside the sympathy that had pereded on him.

"Do you think, by being born in a different place, you will also be different from your race? You think that old, dry wound can heal without a trace?Naïve," not wanting to allow herself to drown, Ele decided to turn around after throwing the phrase. She had to leave this place. Or she could have hurt Arthur more.

"I can be anything to you, so please give me a chance. To prove, that I deserve it, and I am able to heal your old wounds!"

Ele stopped, clasping her hands firmly. Arthur's requested sentence, sounded very attentive. But she couldn't let his guard down, so she shook her head. Deciding not to care, she stepped foot to get out of there.

Just as Eleanor closed the door, Arthur sighed. Closing his eyes slowly, he sighed. His heart beat abnormally. So quickly it hurts too.

He thought he wouldn't find his destiny this way. He is only human, but has the destiny of a fairy. And most sadly, he was even immediately rejected the first time they learned of his bond.

"If I wasn't human, would you change Leah? Like a mate in general?" he muttered poignantly. A speck of tears slid down her limp hair.

The shadow of how Ele tried to kill him some time ago, came fleetingly. Haunting also hunted him like a poisoned arrow. Sooner or later, he would definitely be killed. Whether it's with a physical injury, or a heart wound. Or it could also die horribly, with a syndrome that immortal creatures often mention, namely, broken heart syndrome.

Ah, why is his fate like this? It's very sad, isn't it?