Blood Bound - Chapter 91

>>Maya

I went back home, Yohan was already waiting for me even though it was way past midnight.

He smiled as he looked at me and I smiled back at him but deep down we both were just hiding the pain.We both knew that and still played along with it.

“Do you want anything special to eat in the morning?” He asked.

“I feel like I can’t eat anything heavy anymore.” I could barely eat anything with Nena. I practically forced myself to show her I was fine, “So, just something light maybe…” I walked over to the couch he was sitting on and sat down next to him and rested my head on his shoulder.

“Did you have a satisfactory conversation with Ruda and Nena?” He leaned his head over mine.

I nodded, “Yea,” I smiled, “I’m satisfied.”

“I see,” He held my hand, “That’s good then.”

And just like that time continued to pass, although I barely felt any physical pain, I got weaker by the day.

Yohan spent most of his time at home with me. He brought all his work home and only visited the office when it was absolutely necessary and came back home as soon as possible.

We both had agreed on not crying and making the best out of what was left. We were going to spend our remaining time happily.

I know it was hard, difficult beyond words but I wanted that, so he agreed.

His actions would often make me realize that I made the right decision. That I loved the man back who loved me dearly.

It was a form of love that couldn’t be found just anywhere.

It was pure and wholesome. Clean and simple. Healthy and positive.

It was true love.

We would try our best to stay positive and not talk about my eventual end but it was hard.

It was hard to do that, we both knew that.

It was hard to think about it and it was harder not to think about it.

But we did it. Amongst all odds we were able to deal with it.

We spend our free time watching something, making something, cooking failed stuff and then laughing about it.

We made the last of our days meaningful.

And eventually, came that one day we feared.

I woke up feeling quite heavy, like the world was ending. The moment I opened my eyes I felt that it was it. Like there was not going to be anything anymore.

The feeling was simple yet complicated but it was clear.

A sad smile spread across my face and I looked at the empty bedside.

Yohan was already up so I waited for him to come to the room again and while I waited for him I thought about my life.

A life which lacked much yet one I was happy in.

A life, in which a lot was taken from me, many precious persons but also the one in which I was given the most valuable people.

A life which was boring and exciting at the same moment.

A life, I would love to live again.

…

The door opened and Yohan popped his head inside, “You’re up?”

I saw that he was suited, “Do you have to go today?”

“Yeah,” He nodded, “The meeting is important.”

“Can’t you stay?” I looked at him straight in the eyes and he froze.

He opened the door fully and entered.

“Why are you saying that?” I could see the fear in his eyes.

“…” I just pursed my lips then smiled. That was all he needed to understand.

“It’s time?” His expressions were so full of hurt but he held his tears while I nodded, “I’ll stay.” He said the words softly and gave me a rather broken smile.

He walked in and sat down next to me. I placed my head on his shoulder and he held my hands softly in his.

The last of our moments, we spent just talking.

Just being in each other’s company.

Just by being together.

***

“I still don’t know what I’ll do without you.” He looked down at me while I laid my head on his lap.

“You’ll be fine.” I smiled, “You, Ruda, Nena, all of you will be just fine. I know it.” I said the words as I started feeling a bit sleepy.

It felt like something heavy was taking over me.

“Yohan?”

“Hmm?”

“We made a promise right? That we’ll meet again.” He nodded and I showed him my pinky, “I’ll make it a pinky promise.” He smiled at my childish act, a genuine smile, “I promise we’ll meet again.”

He intertwined his pinky with mine, “I know we will. I’ll make sure of it too.”

I smiled at him and as my mind started getting heavy something went through my mind, “You know what?”

“Hmm?”

“I never got to say it.” I said as I felt myself lose strength, “I don’t want to regret it.” I gathered all the strength I could and placed my hand on his cheek.

“Never got to say what?”

“I love you.” I said and gave him my best smile “I will always love you.” I whispered the words to him in a sweet voice.

The confession somehow left him a bit shocked but he held his emotions in.

“I love you too.” He smiled back at me and let out a deep breath, “I love you a lot.”

He placed his hand on my cheek and slowly brought his lips in to kiss me. It felt nice. In my final minutes where I felt scared, his touch gave me courage and warmth, it made me smile.

I thought about all the things we did together, all the warm and cozy memories we made in the span of a few months.

It made me happy.

As darkness started falling on me all I could think about was Yohan and my feelings for him.

What I would love to tell him over and over again.

My mate, my eternal love: I love you