My Alpha Only Ever Said Fine. novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

By the time the vehicle arrived at the Wasteland Trial camp, it was already deep into the

night.

After the camp elders held a brief welcome ceremony for us, they instructed everyone to

return to their rooms and rest.

The opening ceremony for the Wasteland Trial would begin the next morning.

Back in my room, I showered and got ready for bed.

But no matter how many times I turned over, I couldn’t fall asleep. I just couldn’t.

Every time I closed my eyes, the past came rushing back-scene after scene, completely out

of my control.

To say I’d completely let go wouldn’t be true.

After all, we had spent too many years together.

All I could do was slowly learn to forget and gradually get used to living alone.

Since I clearly wasn’t going to fall asleep, I sat up and grabbed my phone.

Then I opened the old chat history with Asher that I had buried in my blocked folder.

Message after message filled the screen.

[Asher, I had the servants buy some fish. I’m cooking tonight-will you come home for

dinner?]

[Forecast says storms this afternoon-don’t forget your umbrella.]

[I’m not feeling well. Think I’m running a fever. Could you come back early?]

[Something’s come up at the training grounds. I might have to go handle it.]

[Heading out now.]

Every single message was from me. His replies were barely there.

I stared at the chat history for a very long time.

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When exactly had he stopped reading my messages?

He always told me pack affairs kept him too busy.

Said he got too many messages to keep up. Promised he’d pay more attention next time.

And every single time, I believed him.

Each time he said that, I’d tell myself I was being too sensitive. That I was asking for too

much.

That maybe I just couldn’t get how hard things were for him.

So I learned to be more sensible.

I learned to send fewer messages. Learned not to bother him.

Eventually, even I started to believe that those small, everyday moments probably weren’t

worth replying to after all.

A fish. What was there to talk about?

A cloud in the sky-hardly worth sharing.

It wasn’t until I was trapped back then that I realized something.

A person’s life could also be “not worth replying to” in someone else’s eyes.

In the end, I deleted the chat history.

Then I lay back down. And in the darkness, I slowly drifted off.

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