Chapter 49: Chapter 49

Gwen is being put with the top medical team, even the top witches and feys; anyone that can help but nothing works. Nothing slows the poison from spreading. Nothing at all.

Finn, my sister and I try all we can but still nothing. We all know what’s going to happen and there’s no way to escape it. Gwen’s time is ticking like a clock and she knows it, so she calls in every person that she has ever known. Everyone that she cares about and she says her goodbyes.

I can’t risk to stare at her parents as they weep at their daughter’s bedside. I can barely find the courage to walk into her room and say my goodbyes because this is all my fault.

Estella is half dead, stuck in my spell. Greyson is dead and now, Gwen and their unborn child is going to die too.

There is no way to save the child. Yes, there is a temporary solution but if we do that, the child will die in a few days time. It is not matured enough to withstand it.

“You still aren’t going in?”

I don’t have to turn to know who it is.

“What are you doing here. I thought that you have finally left us when you helped me get myself together.” I say as I finally turn to stare at Angel Writes.

She shakes her head and I get a clear view of her dark hair wrapped in a bun.

“I have a few tasks to do here and I won’t leave completely. Just visit less.”

“Let me guess. You came for the funerals.” I scoff.

“I will be there but I am also here to tell you that Greyson is in a safe place right now and he will be watching over his daughter for all eternity.”

I frown immediately.

“You said that he will watch over his daughter. How is that going to be possible.”

“You forget, I make the impossible, possible. The baby will live with my help. Now go say your goodbyes.” She stands to her feet and stares me down. “I have to make sure I have everything I need for the task.”

She turns on her feet and walks away, leaving me seated in the halls.

A heavy exhale leaves me as the last visitor walks out of her room and I summon the courage to finally walk in. Gwen is rubbing her baby bump with a sullen look on her face, only for her to stare up as I close the door behind me.

“Hey. Got any spare time for me?” I slowly take a seat beside her.

“Yeah, I was just saying my goodbyes to my kid. Hopefully, her death will be quick and painless.” She chuckles as she says this but I know that what she is feeling right now is not at all close to humorous.

“About that…” I trail off. “We might have found a way to make her live.”

Her interest spikes up immediately. “But you guys told me that there wasn’t a way.”

“Yes, but we have Angel Writes here, she is trying to help. She said that she has a solution.”

“That’s great.” A grin spreads on her lips as she sits up. “That means that my kid is going to live. Wait, you said her. Why is it a her?”

“That’s what Angel Writes said.” I shrug. “I believe that she is going to be a girl.”

“That’s cool.”

It would be cool if you could live too. I badly want to say that but I can’t stand to see her eyes dim if I say it.

“Yeah, I am sure Sebastian would like to have a little Gwen running around the castle.”

“So you two are bonding… you are Sebastian.”

“I-I” I exhale. “He told me that he loves me.”

“Damn,” She raises an eyebrow. “So you’ll accept him?”

“I don- Let’s not talk about that. Let’s talk about you. How are you feeling.”

She shrugs. “To be honest, I feel okay. At peace.”

“I’m happy you feel that way, even though I feel the opposite.” I blink back my tears, telling myself that I shouldn’t cry.

“You got any secrets to share before you… leave. I can pass any information you want.”

The female in front of me begins to play with her fingers as she appears nervous.

“No, don’t you have any secrets to share with good ole me?”

She bats her eyelashes at me and I raise an eyebrow at the change of mood.

“No, I-I just feel like this is my fault and I wonder why you even want to see me after what happened.”

“What happened?” She asks.

“Estella traded her life for me. Greyson is dead because of me and now, you are-” I laugh out bitterly. “You’re not even going to see your child. Everything is because of me. It’s all my fault.”

Gwen reaches out to me and I look up at her as she speaks. “That’s not true, Minerva. I am sure that Estella chose to do that because she saw something in you. Something that I see too.”

“All I see is destruction and darkness.”

“No,” She shakes her head at me. “You’re nothing like that. All I see is light, enough that it threatens to blind me and that’s why I fell in love with you…”

I laugh when the memories of what happened with Davina and those nightlings ent-

“Wait, you said you fell in love with me.” My eyes widen immediately. “Tell me that you’re kidding.”

The blush that slowly forms on her cheeks says otherwise.

“Oh my gosh! You aren’t kidding.” I cover my face with both my palms as I groan out. “How did I not notice it before. It was right in front of me.”

I stand to my feet and begin to march around the room. “I can’t believe this.”

Gwen stares at me with guilt as she shifts awkwardly. “So that means you don’t feel the same way?”

“I’m into guys, not girls.” I stress the word guys and she nods, taking her lower lip into her teeth.

“I know that. I just thought that-” She cuts herself off with an exhale and looks away. “Never mind.”

I blow out a breath and slowly sit down on my recent seat. I might have gone overboard and exaggerated a little. When I reach out to her, I catch her attention quickly and she turns to stare at me.

“I do love you, Gwen but that’s where it ends. That doesn’t mean that I don’t care for you. I am sorry that I don’t feel the same way but know this, I am not going to leave you. I will stay here with you until you… pass away.”

A small smile graces her lips and she squeezes my palm. “Thank you, that means a lot.”

“I am glad I lifted up your spirit. What more should I do that can please my princess.” I take a pretence bow and form an accent.

She laughs, going along with my play. Her tone carries humor and a hidden seriousness. “You can please me in different ways but all I ask is for you to take care of my daughter as your own.”

The playfulness leaves me with suddenness. “I will and I will make sure that she hears enough about you. About how you wouldn’t shut up about food.”

She scowls at me. “I do shut up about food.”

We end up laughing.

“I-I came here to say goodbye but I can’t find the right way to say it.” I chuckle bitterly and she smiles. “I know that this sounds untrue but I am going to miss you and leaving behind a kid is the greatest gift I have ever received.”

I sniff, shocked when tears begin to flow down my face.

“I always make an impact on everyone I meet.”

“You sure do.” I nod, cleaning my tears and I stand on my feet, walking out of the door.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Out. You need all the privacy you can get before you…” I stop talking.

“Stay with me for a few. You promised to stay a few minutes ago. You’re so forgetful sometimes.”

Oh, I actually did promise her that. What is wrong with me?

My fingers release the door knob and I walk back to my seat. Her eyes follows me all through and I say. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She smiles.

I stay with her but the place is engulfed in silence so I decide to read a book to her. A while passes and I find out that she has gone to sleep, her face etched in a smile.

“Sleepy head.” I laugh.

It takes me a moment to realize that she is not breathing. Her chest is not moving in any way and this brings me to my knees, reaching out to her. What I also find out knocks the breath out of me.

She’s dead.

I feel like I am drowning in the sea, my ears ringing as the shock fills me in and my lips part to call out for help. Everything turns to a blur. Even as Angel Writes walks in, hurling me to my feet. She tells me that everything’s going to be alright. That the baby will come out fine and I can only nod. Nod as my mind swirls in a dark orbit.

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We have the funeral away from the public. There will be a public one for Gwen later. I can only stand and stare at everything happening. Stare as her parents huddle together, crying out for their daughter. I don’t cry. No, I don’t.

I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t.

I don’t utter a word when Sebastian holds me close as their caskets are being lowered into the ground. I don’t move as the people disappears slowly and after a while, Sebastian follows, making me the only one left.

I walk to the two stones staring at me. I can’t bear to read the words. I can’t bear to look at their names.

My grip on the rose I hold increases that I fear I might snap it into two. Sucking in my breath, I drop the rose on their graves and with one word slipping out of my lips.

“Goodbye.” I leave.

Gwen left a child. A child that I must take care of and that is what I will do.

“Any news?”

I walk into the room to see Angel Writes and a nurse staring at the big glass in front of them. The nurse turns to me immediately I walk in.

“It’s a miracle. It actually worked.”

I don’t fully understand if she is talking to me or herself but she walks out of the room after that and I join Angel Writes to stare at what is separated by a long white glass.

“You said your goodbyes.”

“And you did it.” I laugh, my eyes on the immature baby in the huge glass container with a kind of liquid in it and a cord, connecting the baby’s navel.

“How did you do it?”

“It was never the baby’s fate to die. She has a long and pretty interesting path ahead of her.”

“So it was Gwen’s fate to die?” I whisper out, turning to stare at her. “Even Greyson, and Estella. Was that their fate too?”

“I’m sorry things have to be this way, I really am.”

Scoffing, I say. “Of course you are. Why wouldn’t you be.”

She turns to me and asks. “What?”

“I think you made a mistake. I am not The Crazy Hybrid Of A Mate. Gwen is… she was, except that she didn’t get to meet her mate.”

“And she wasn’t a hybrid.”

“Yeah,” I whisper. “So what now.”

“You continue the book. The pen is now in your hands. It is time to write your story.”

To write my story…

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