Chapter 19: Chapter 19

"I'm so sorry." I repeat.

I cannot keep myself from crying when he wraps his arms around me and presses his body against mine. My eyes have been closed ever since I wrapped my arms around his body. He was still at first when I wrapped my arms around him but now he has responded to my touch.

"I know you've been doing your best to earn my forgiveness and I have given you quite a hard time." I say in a silent voice as the tears roll down my face followed by a silent sob.

Isaac pulls out from the hug and cups my face in his hands. He gently wipes the tears from my face. He looks into my eyes and his deep blue green stare down at my brown eyes with an emotion I cannot quite decipher. He pulls me to sit down on the edge of the bed next to him. I look back at him as I sit down and as he continues to wipe my tears.

"No. Don't cry, I'm the asshole for doing that to you and I'm so sorry." he says and wraps his arms around my waist.

"And I'm sorry for being an annoying bitch at times." I say letting out a silent sniffle.

We have both been inconsiderate to ourselves and the bond that ties us together. We both knew that no matter what, the bond would pull us back together but we were both stubborn and made stupid decisions. I was the one who mainly tried to ignore the bond because I was scared but I should have known better. I have seen how mates are overly possessive over their other half and how they are always wrapped around each other when they find each other. Heck, they are always wrapped around each other even after many years.

My mother and father still act like teenagers who a crazily in love with each other even after having an irritating 19 year old son and a gorgeous 17 year old daughter. They still look at each other as if they just met and have a brand new relationship. I have lived all the seventeen years of my life glancing at them when they were looking at each other with undying love in their eyes. The small and lovely whispers and gestures they throw each other when they think no one is watching always make my heart swell.

I guess I had set my standards and wanted something special like them. I have always hoped to have something as special as them but fate had planned out something different for me and my mate.

"You were never an annoying bitch.” He replies with a small chuckle as he removes his hands from my face. “I'm sorry." His voice sounds broken and ashamed.

"It's fine." I smile at him and raise his head to look into his eyes that I have missed.

He looks at me with an excited expression on his face and clear hope shining in his blue green orbs. I feel my heart skip a beat as his lips tug up into a smile. All I know is that he is my mate and I know that he has gone through some flipping shit and I have been more of a bitch to him at times but I am happy that he fought for me and did not want to let go even after his huge mistake.

"Really? Does that mean you completely forgive me?" He asks, excitement clear in his silent voice.

"Yah." I smile.

Without another thought, I am quickly engulfed in another hug. His arms go round my waist again, returning the hug. Even though I would never say it out loud, hugging Isaac always makes me feel safe, like I do not have to worry anymore, it makes me feel so safe being in my mate's arms, his scent sending me on an ecstatic overdrive and his touch making me feel a thousand bolts of electricity.

His arms slowly slither away from me, pulling out of the hug and a sudden emptiness overcomes me. I almost wrap my arms around myself because of the loss of contact and coldness. He looks at me with a smirk and I smile back at him. A feeling of happiness coursing through my veins and I definitely feel like a fool as my smile grows wider by the minute.

We silently sit next to each other on the bed and stare at each other with stupid smiles covering our faces. We sit in silence for what feels like forever, an awkward but peaceful silence. It is almost like both of us do not know what to say but our goofy smiles are conveying our thoughts.

Isaac suddenly clears his throat and smirks. "So, do you always wear black?"

"What?" I laugh. I did not expect that to be the first thing he says.

"You're always in black." He clarifies.

"I'm not now." I inform staring at my navy blue shirt and white shorts.

"Yeah. But you're mostly wearing black and if you're not wearing black then its white or grey, actually I think this is the first time I'm seeing you in navy blue." He says matter-of-fact.

Well, he does have a point and my closet is a pool of darkness, a few white clothes, and darker shades of colors and only a few bright dresses that my mother thought would supposedly make me feel better and less depressed. She should have known that I would just stuff the clothes at the end of my closet.

"Well.....um...I-I like black." I respond, trying to bite back my stutter. I do not really like talking about this topic because most people just conclude that I am depressed and that is why I wear so much black.

"I think I've noticed." He says with a chuckle. "But why black?"

"What do you mean?” I gasp because of his words. “Why not black?" I ask, knowing the obvious answer.

"I mean, most girls would rather go for bright, vibrant colors." I get the expected answer and almost roll my eyes at the stereotypical logic.

"Well then, you have the answer to your question. I'm not like most girls." I reply with a smile.

I think one of the main reasons why I even gave up on bright colored clothes is because of the stereotypical thinking that comes with dressing. Everyone just expects to see a girl in a hot pink dress and will deem that she is happy but when a girl is seen in dark and baggy clothes. Everyone just concludes that she is depresses or had a recent bad relationship experience. If a boy is seen in black, they are considered to be hot and mouthwatering and it is totally unfair how boys are still considered to look cute when they are in bright colored clothes.

Totally unfair if you ask me.

"Do you know what I'm picturing?" He asks with a playful smile.

"What?"

"Your closet." He says waving his hands. "Probably, black clothes filling the hangers and a few on the floor too." He says with a small chuckle.

What?! Seriously that definitely sounds like my closet. One explanation, he's a wizard/werewolf. He has been in my room before but not my closet so he is not supposed to know that is messy and not color coordinated, though the latter is not really needed as much.

I look at Isaac as he slowly dies of his own laughter.

"I was right your closet does look like that." He says in-between his laughter.

"Not really.... there's traces of other colors in my closet." I say feeling a little proud that I have got other colors in my closet because of my mother.

"Wow I never would have guessed that." He says still laughing.

“Why are we discussing my room and favorite color?" I say. "I'm hungry."

"What? We're just from eating." His laughter dies down and he looks at me with disbelief.

"But I'm hungry and I don't want to spend the last two days here starving." I say with a mischievous smile.

"You're not starving." He concludes with a snigger.

"You don't know that." I glare at him.

I am hungry because I had a lot of thinking to do today and honestly, thinking drains my energy and all the food digests faster when I put my brain to work. This is why I always make sure my stomach is not empty when I am going to school. My logic pretty much makes a lot of sense.

"I have a better suggestion. Let's watch a movie with snacks." He says, a wide grin.

"Yay!" I scream enthusiastically. "Great idea." I still get to eat food so I am happy.

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I sit cross legged with a bag of Cheetos in my hands as the movie comes to an end. There are various wrappers of different snacks surrounding me and an empty bowl that had popcorn. Isaac is sprawled out on the couch around me and was only allowed to have the popcorn and a few snacks otherwise I ate the majority of the snacks that were in the house.

I glance at Isaac as he lets out a yawn and stands up from the couch carefully so as to not step on me.

"Are you tired?" I ask him with a smirk.

"Of course not. I wouldn't sleep before you." He says with his signature smile.

"Challenge accepted." I exclaim and grab the remote. "Up next Peter Pan." I say as the movie comes into play.

I glance back up at him and see the horrified look on his face, he really looks tired and if I was half as good and nice as I claim to be, I would have let him go to sleep. But he had to be a smug guy and throw me throw me that signature smirk of his. What can I say, I am exhausted but I can survive another movie. Half way through the movie I glance at Isaac and he looks as attentive as he was when it started.

I cannot manage anymore, my eyes are slowly dropping and my body is slowly giving up to the wonderful sensation which is sleep. I slowly spread my body on the carpeted floor and rest my head on my arms. Ugh, whatever, the fuck with staying awake. My eyes finally close shut and I let out a yawn as the exhaustion of the day catches up with my body.

I suddenly feel my body being hoisted up and then I suddenly feel my body being placed on the bed and being tucked into the blankets.

I open my eyes slightly and spot Isaac as he opens the door about to walk out.

"No, wait." I whisper. "Don’t go, there’re monsters under the bed." My voice is silent and sleepy.

I feel the bed dip and a small smile covers my face and I immediately fall back on the pillow as the world of wonderful dreams and terrifying nightmares calls.