Chapter 55 Lost Love

Was it last week? Or last month? Or maybe last three months? I lost count on how many days had passed since Elijah died and since Alpha Dominic also buries his soul with his twin. It feels long, long enough to make me numb on the pain knocking at the hollow part of my heart everytime that I will see him, up close, but he feels in distant.

In distant. He always have his way of finding the right time to hurt me, just by simply gazing off on our connected eyes or my sampling nudging my embrace, everytime that I tried to approach him. I’ve been approaching him for so long now, but ended up hurting like a wounded cat. A cat that even in it’s peak of bleeding is still approaching it’s master for an opportunity of reconciliation.

“ He didn’t talk with you again?” Estella asked, clutching the glass of alcohol in my hand and drinking straight from it. I silently laughed while watching her grimacing face because of the bitterness of the substance.