Whispers_Our Story

Confused and surprised as we couldn't see the border we saw yesterday. After running around the place we suspected it to be the border, it occurred to me that something must have been changed. "A spell has been cast!". I said walking around trying to figure out what must have been changed. "Where's Dixon?!" I asked loudly.

Chris and Aryan shared a questionable look. "Are you alright? Chris asked. Aryan strolled closer to me as I fell on my feet. He brings my face up. " Baby, who's Dixon? ". Aryan asked his eyes asking the same question.

"Are you saying that you don't know who Dixon is ?". Aryan quietly nodded. Then it occurred to me, it must have happened last night when Aryan and I were... god!. "Chris?". I call and walked closer to Chris. "You were with him last night... You remember?". I asked Chris who shakes his head no.

"Give me your hand". I say and take Chris's hands.

"What are you doing?!". He asks as both our eyes turned white, clouds covered us.

"Don't break the contact!" I yell "Am trying to search your last night memory!!". I yell and was shocked at the face beneath us. "Aryan?". It was too late when I saw a sword pushed through me in my vision by...

"No!!!" I yell and fall when I lost grip of Chris's hand. "Aryan no! I yell covering my stomach as Aryan pulled out the sword he pushed through me.

He dragged fallen Chris along as he strolled off leaving me there to bleed to death.

Blood oozing out from my wound was too much and the pains were much that my hands trembled and uncovered it, the pains I felt has nothing to do with the bleeding or the wound but the thing that hurts the most was the thought that I was stabbed by the only man I've ever loved.

Anguished at the feelings that I may have lost the fetus in my w.o.m.b, though part of me wanted to believe that I saw falsely but everything happening here was strong enough to make me believe anything. I closed my eyes letting fate decide its course.