Word Count: 3234
Published: September 1st, 2017
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~ Angel Reign
I thought I could pretend it wasn't real. Pretend that my every move wasn't limited by the grace of fate. I can't do that anymore. There will be no more saying 'it's fine, we're just friends'. No more flirting with horny men at the bar, just for a fun escape. Because now; everyone will know. They will see the diamond on my finger. The rope around my neck.
But this is now my fate. This is my undying truth. A truth and a reality that I can no longer escape. I will forever sit in the prison that is loving a man I do not truly love. I will be living a lie, until one day; it becomes my only truth. My only life. My only purpose. Slowly becoming someone else. Someone that isn't me.
The man in front of me kneels on one knee. A warm smile graces his lips, as he holds my soft hands in a firm grip. I force my tears not to fall. I tell them to wait. As if waiting will make this all go away.
"Angel Reign," he starts slowly. "You are like a sister to me." I try to not stare daggers into his eyes. If he thinks of me as a sister, then why is he proposing to me right now?
"But you're also my mate, the love of my life. I know you don't want me to mark you, because you say you don't believe in fate. Therefore, will you instead, go the more traditional way, to make me the happiest man alive, marry me?"
No.
I can't look at him anymore. I might not be in love with him, but I do love him, and I don't want to hurt his feelings.
I scan the room for help. For anything, but there is nothing to find. Just rose petals, candles, and some fúcking pillows. The moon truly has it out for me.
You only need to say yes one more time. Smile one more time, and nod your head like you give a shīt, one more time, I chant. After that, everything will be over, and you can move on with your life. Your life as an unwillingly married woman. I can't.
I focus my gaze on him again. Just say it.
"No," my voice breaks. His eyes fly up in confusion. "I will not marry you." My voice is steady and targeting. I've had enough. "Are you actually capable of this? Continually making yourself believe I actually want to - romantically - spend the rest of my life with you. I,- I don't." He clenches his jaw in anger, but I continue despite his - now - much tighter grip around my hands.
"Listen, I love you. Always have, always will." His grip seems to loosen up a little, so I enjoy the moment, aware of what is coming next.
"But I am not in love with you." I feel something lifting off my shoulders, and it's suddenly much easier to breathe. Maybe he is fine with it. Maybe he can let it go.
I am wrong. Again.
His eyes hold a sudden shadow. Anger. He will never forgive my words. I am fine with that. I am fine with never laying my eyes on him, ever again. He is not. He never was. He pins me up against the wall, and starts kissing my neck. Desperately. Until he's only focuses on where my shoulder is connected to my collarbone. He is going to mark me. I feel my wolf seeking for attention. Attention she is never gonna get. I am not giving in. Not now. Not ever.
I'm ready. Ready to give up anything and everything to escape from this man, this life, and even this world.
Almost like stopping time, I catch my breath. Everything is clear. Her howling is gone. There is only me now. As usual.
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