The Denial

21: Whenever You're Ready.

~Grace~

"Tyler."

My voice was a whisper, barely audible, but since he's got sharp senses, due to his werewolf abilities, he heard me.

He wiped his tears with the back of his hands.

"I-i'm sorry. I just...i'm, I came to accept your rejection."

Blood drained from my face, and I winced when I felt churns and pain.

"I, Tyler Black, ac-cept..." He trailed off. (A/N too dramatic, i apologize. lol)

My eyes were screwed shut, as if closing them would lessen the pain. My lips were quivering, hands were shaking.

He still hasn't finished the sentence.

I'm still his mate.

"Grace, I-I can't do it. It hurts, and it'll hurt more.."

I haven't realized that I've been holding my breath until I let go of it.

"Whenever you're ready, Tyler," I said, my voice thick with sobs.

He nodded and shuffled out of the room. A single tear made its way down my cheek. My phone rang, not giving me time to embrace the pain.

"Hey!" It was Emma.

"Hi," I greeted back.

"You okay? You seem..I don't know. Are you okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine, what's up?" I said.

"No. I wanted to tell you I was gonna be out late, but I'm coming, you don't seem fine."

"No, no," I sighed. "Just, its okay. Have fun."

After moments of insisting, she agreed.

And I was left alone again.

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It was past midnight when I heard a knock on the door. I though it would be Emma, who probably forgot her keys.

Then, it turned into a bang. And I panicked.

It wasn't Emma.

It was Tyler.

Drunk. Reeking with the smell of alcohol.

"Tyler, what the hell?"

If he was a mess in the morning, he looks dead by now.

His legs were jelly and his knees buckled under him.

I didn't know what to do. Emma wasn't here. And I was panicking.

There's only one person I can call- Mark.

I was about to stand get my phone, when he grabbed my wrist, "no."

"Wha-"

"No, listen to me," he slurred his last sentence. "I won't reject you."

"Tyler, let go of my hand," i began to pull away, just for him to tighten his grip.

"Not until you listen to me," he pointed at me.

I already did.

"Do you have the slightest idea what you're doing to me?"

"Tyler, I-"

"Kill me," he whispered. "You're already doing it, slowly. Make it fast. Kill me."

He was shaking with sobs, and I could tell the same about myself.

I wiped my tears and cleared my vision to see his outstretched arms, and in his hands were a silver gun.

With a freaking wolf carving on it.

"Do it," he nudged me with the gun. "Quicker."

I heard if werewolf mates stay away from each other, they die.

"Do it!" He yelled and kicked the wall, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Drunk Tyler is not a pretty sight.

"No, no, Tyler. What did I do?" I asked myself as realization hits me.

I rejected my werewolf mate.

I rejected someone. Someone who's life depends on me.

I rejected someone I'm falling for.

By now, he was near the door, his back supported by the wall. He banged his head in the wall occasionally and sobbed.

I crouched down across him and took his gun away from him and took the gun away from him. He tensed and looked at me.

"You-you'll.." He pointed at his gun and then at his temple.

I shook my head, not breaking eye contact.

"Then you'll let me suffer," he gave a sigh.

I wiped his tears with my thumb as a tear betrayed me and fell.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Tyler."

"Whatever," he slurred again.

I pulled away from his cheeks and grabbed my phone to call Mark to come and get Tyler.

After a few moments, which I embraced by wiping my tears and getting myself back together, Mark showed up, apologizing about Tyler's actions. I dismissed him and apologized about waking him up.

After all that was done, both were gone and I was left in peace. I sighed heavily, taking all what i was feeling in that simple gesture.

It was going to be a long night.

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A/N

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