No.
It can’t be.
My fingers curl around the seat as bile races up my throat, my entire body heaving as it expels inside the porcelain.
There is no possible way.
None.
It can’t fucking be.
Over and over I wretch as strands of my hair fall in my face, clinging to my cheeks, sticking to my tear-covered skin.
I barely have anything left in my system. There wasn’t much to begin with, I’ve hardly been eating since Rune rescued us. Between that horrible incident and the way Liv has been acting, I’m lucky to have much more than water in my stomach.
I’m heading down a slippery slope, one that is only going to get worse after tonight.
It can’t be.
I dry heave, hard and loud, at the thought, but my nausea starts to wane with one final wretch.
A moment I barely have time to be grateful for because it’s replaced just as quickly by a new onslaught of tears and my heart hammering painfully against my ribs. I start to sweat and my vision blurs. I can’t catch my breath. My entire body is shaking so violently that I don’t even have to make myself move away from the toilet, I drop to the cold tile without any effort at all.
I shake and sob as I pull my knees to my chest, my head spinning, my pulse racing toward a heart attack.
I feel like I’m dying.
My chest hurts. It feels like someone is sitting on it, pressing harder and harder until I can barely breathe.
There is no way that was who I think it was, it couldn’t be.
My bond bite says differently, though.
It’s almost pulsing in pain, thrumming with recognition as if the mark is trying to tear away from my skin and find its maker.
I can’t breathe.
I smelled him.
I’d know that scent anywhere, in any place and time.
There’s no way it could have been him, but there’s no way I can convince myself it wasn’t, either.
That scent is stained on my skin, it’s burned into my memory, fused with my aura and branded in my heart.
I can’t fucking breathe.
It was faint, but it was there and even though I couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from, I knew it was him. Iknowit was him.
I start to whine as a new wave of tears explodes from my body, pain lancing through every limb as I start to shake harder, as spots dance across my vision until it starts fading to black.
I can’t catch my breath.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t.
I feel like I’m dying.
