Fated To Three Betrayed By All Until She Rose (Leilani) by Ahvahh novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352: A come back?

Leilani.

If there was one thing I have come to accept even though I hated it with every living cell in my body, then it is how fickle life could be.

I always knew that. I always suspected that the earth was simply a very large harvest ground where humans, shifters and every other creature are kept for a couple of years, and then harvested (the time we die) by our sick gods and goddess who sees us as nothing but a game of chess.

I knew that life didn’t mean shit when the Almighty Chalice who singlehandedly made my life a living hell died so easily due to some complications from childbirth. I knew when my Malakai died so stupidly for news that wasn’t even real despite everything he’s done in the past.

And now, it was Agnes. It had to be her.

However, what I realized was that Agne’s alleged passing didn’t make me just feel like life was shit.

It made me live it, wallow in it. Consume it.

It was the only thing I could think about in the moments when I was unconscious, and when I woke up a couple of minutes later, stunned to find myself in Zevran’s arms, I didn’t think about the warmth he exuded. I didn’t think about how he gazed at me like I was the fucking moon and star, and in fact, the entire fucking planet put together. I thought about her.

About Agnes.

My heart was the heaviest it has ever felt in a long time, and I was in so much pain— too much pain— I couldn’t even bring myself to cry.

The pain in my chest intensified when I looked into Zevran’s eyes and I found him looking down at me with pity... with worry... like he wanted to take all the burden off my shoulders and make them his.

His fingers tangled into my hair in a soothing manner and after propelling my head forward with his hand, he whispered; "Leilani?"

But I couldn’t respond. My throat was too tight and too sore to form words. My body felt too heavy and stiff too; And goddess, the mere thought of breathing filled me with so much anguish, I feared I would perish from it.

"Leilani, please talk to me!" He rasped in my face, sounding desperate. But still, I found it difficult to express myself.

My tears stung my eyes, refusing to fall as I clutched tightly at his sweater, and when the pain spread so much, intensifying and tearing through my entire body with speed, I couldn’t bear it anymore.

I cried. "It was Agnes, wasn’t it?"

The silence that followed after I asked that question told me just everything I needed to know. And his silent confirmation, even though it wasn’t in words, broke me more than I could care to admit.

I suddenly felt as though I could breathe anymore. My lungs felt like they were on fire and my chest... it hurt so much that one would think my heart had been ripped out and violently crushed— all without anaesthesia!

I croaked. "I killed her!"

For a couple of seconds neither of us spoke. Zevran stared at me like I had finally gone mad. His hold on me tightened slightly and he asked; "Did you start the fire?"

I frowned, not believing his question. "No, I didn’t."

"Did you leave your cooker on or do anything of that nature?"

"No," I said again, and this time, he didn’t respond right away. He simply cocked his eyebrows at me as if silently saying words like; ’You see?!’

But I wasn’t convinced. I didn’t even feel any better. If anything, I felt worse.

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