Rejected Love {COMPLETED}

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?

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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?”