Chapter-27: Patch up

Kane's POV: Everything is meaningless! Nothing can fill the emptiness of my heart! I have cut myself a thousand times but the damn cut heals in less than 20 seconds. Stupid vampire healing. I haven't hunted since she left me. Maybe if I die, the pain will finish. I will not have to deal with this emptiness and regret then. My soul hurts with the thought of her hating me or her getting hurt because of me. I regretted every moment of the night I rejected her. And every moment I spent thinking staying apart from her was better for me. I knew that her reaction would be extreme when she knows I had rejected her. But I never expected that she would never want to see me again. For a month, two months, now eight months. More than half a year had gone by since she'd run out of this house, completely shattered. There must be a way to kill myself. Bryson would never kill me and I couldn't get killed by poison or these cuts. I wanted to stake myself in the heart but Bryson had locked me in here so I couldn't do that either because he'd removed everything even close to wood. Life is a punishment for me and it's really painful without her. First, I lost my family and now her. Do I even deserve to live? Why is life so cruel to me? *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.* Sya's POV: I slowly pushed the door open. The room was eerily very, very dark with only one tiny night lamp switched on beside the bed. I gasped silently. The room was in shambles! There was furniture thrown here and there. Broken pieces of glass lay all over the place. Weirdly enough, all his furniture was gone. And the window was sealed shut too. Fresh tears trickled down my face. Kane had become suicidal. My eyes then fell on the boy I loved and my heart clenched. He was lying on the bed, looking so pale and weak. Well, he was pale before but was paler than ever right now. I took careful steps towards him. His appearance shattered my heart. He was laying under the sheets, covered up to his waist, and was shirtless. His cheekbones were straight-up visible, his eyes had heavy dark circles under them and his arms were filled with numerous cuts. Even though they seemed to have healed, the blood was still clotted over the gashes. I couldn't believe this was the Kane I knew and loved. It looked like he was eating himself or rather letting something else eat him away. My lips trembled but I didn't make a noise because I didn't want to wake him up. I slowly slipped under the sheets, lying on my side and staring at his face. Even if he was weak, even if he looked like some bacteria had chewed him and then thrown him up, he was my Kane. My love. I continued to look at him when he stirred a bit before opening his eyes. His grey-blue eyes searched my face before he closed them again. 'I really should stop dreaming of you angel." I smiled sadly. 'Why? Is it not nice to dream of me?" He shook his head, 'It isn't. It makes me want to go see you for real. And I can't do that. I'll do whatever you say. If you tell me to die, I'll even die." A tear trickled down my face but I controlled the incoming sobs and spoke up again. 'What if I tell you to live? To eat, to stop harming yourself and be happy?" It took a while for him to register the words before his eyes popped open again. 'Why are you talking so much today? It's not like you're real." I laughed, tears still falling down my face. 'And what if I am?" He looked like he'd start crying any second. It was like he wished so badly that I was real yet he was afraid to confirm in case I'd vanish. To make it easier for him, I placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it gently. 'I'm as real as our love Kane." He blinked before sitting up on his elbows, hovering above me. I just stared at his face with a tearful smile on my face. 'Y-You're really- you- you're real!" he exclaimed softly, still looking at me. I nodded again and reached up to run a hand through his immensely disheveled hair. They were still so soft. 'But how- why are you-?" he disbelieved it. His own luck. 'To see you of course. Why else would I be in a vampire's bed?" I smiled but it wasn't your usual happy, cheerful smile. It was filled with so many emotions. So many bottled-up emotions. I cupped his face with my hands, feeling the sparks shoot down my arms the same way they used to 8 months ago. My love really hadn't changed a bit. He leaned into my hands with his eyes closed before laying down and nuzzling his face into my hair. 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he pulled back so he was looking at me now. 'I've hurt you a lot I know that but you have no idea-" 'Ssh," I motioned him to keep quiet. 'I've forgiven and forgotten. Let's save all that for later." He immediately nodded and I laughed. He looked at me with such love and adoration. The familiar feeling of butterflies flying inside my stomach returned. A blush crept up my cheeks. 'You know- this position we're in," I mumbled, suddenly very aware that not only was inside his bed with him but he was shirtless. And then, the old Kane was back. He immediately smirked. 'You mean this tiny detail?" he asked, pointing towards his awesome abs and the bed. I couldn't answer and just blushed, trying to look anywhere but him. He grabbed my chin and gently turned my head so I was looking back at him. 'I love you Sya," he whispered. 'I love you a lot." I smiled tearfully. 'I know. And I love you too." He leaned down to kiss me but never quite making it. Because the door opened and Bryson burst inside. 'Hey Kane have you- Ah!" he yelled seeing us in that position and covered his eyes. Kane slipped by the shock and fell off the bed, landing on the floor with a loud thud and I sat up straight. It reminded me of the time I accidentally shoved him off the bed when Edi caught us. 'Don't you knock!" Kane yelled. 'Sorry! I was looking for Sya since I saw her car outside but I guess you found her before I did," he smirked before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. I sighed and straightened my jumpsuit before standing up and helping Kane sit on the bed. I sat next to him and looked at his face. 'Why do I keep falling? For you and the floor?" He joked and I chuckled. He leaned forward and kissed the tip of my nose, making my stomach feel fuzzy. 'Come on. Let's get you dressed first before we start making you chubby again," I said, getting up again and grabbing his hand. 'I liked the chubbier Kane better." I attempted to walk but he suddenly pulled me towards him so that I was sitting on his lap, my back against his chest. This sudden act melted my heart and I forgot what I was dragging him out for. He knew what he had done to me and I felt him smirk against the back of my neck. "You were saying?" He said, resting his chin on my shoulder. My breath hitched in my throat and I opened and closed my mouth like a fish. I was blushing furiously and very aware of his strong arms around me. Thank God for his lap or I would've melted to the ground in a heap of clothes. When I didn't answer, he laughed and left a kiss at the very bottom of my neck, near the collar. "You are so adorable, you know that?" He said playfully and a smile broke onto my face, feeling content with his presence. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck, while his arms went around my waist. We both leaned in and this time, without any interruptions, his lips explored mine. I closed my eyes savoring the moment. No matter what happened between us or how much abuse I faced or how many difficulties we went through, it was all worth it. Because now I'm with him and he's all mine. Just like I'm his. His Rejected Mate. His Rejected Love.