His scattered hair fell across his face, his torso, cigarette stayed between his lips as he smoked.
I didn’t know Sihwa smoked.
His right knee raises up to his chest on the bed. He wore only a white towel wrapped around his waist, appearing almost naked. His left hand moved up to his cigarette as he smoked.
The reflection from the moonlight kissed his body. He looked manly and hot with those earrings on him. He looked over at me and the whiff of his smoke flowed out of his nose.
Those soft eyes gazing at me. How sexy he looked and how beautiful he was. Then the last time I saw him years ago melted my heart.
My elbows leaned at the edge of his bed. My butt is sitting on the floor with tears dripping down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing before me.
“You’ve recovered your memories, haven’t you, Wendy?” he calmly uttered without taking off the cigarette between his lips.
I couldn’t speak. There was a lot I wanted to say to him. The words couldn’t come out of my mouth. Only tears were what I could show before him.
I didn’t know what else to say. I just kept crying my eyes out.
Like a newborn baby. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing. My face fell on my arms as I buried myself in my cries. I screamed and yelled. My heart ached. Beating faster than it usually does. I couldn’t keep up my breath with the pacing of my heart. I kept crying and everything I had forgotten as a kid. The part of my life Sihwa had wiped off my memories came flooding back to me. As I sobbed even louder, remembering our moments together.
The best moments of our lives.
My heart felt like it was about to burst out from my chest. I could hardly breathe. My cries exhausted me. I coughed repeatedly just to take a deep breath. I got choked up in my tears.
I remembered everything. My lost memories Sihwa took away from me, came back to me.
Aiden wasn’t my first love. Sihwa was. The reason I couldn’t reject Sihwa was because he had already marked me. That was the reason my other mates hated me. My right hand crept to my nape. I felt the burning mark Sihwa had inflicted on me. I gasped, and the shock of what had truly happened took over my body and I passed out on the floor.
Sihwa didn’t move an inch.
I woke up alongside him. He slept soundly and slowly got back to his usual expression. I sat up and felt a sharp pain between my legs.
I opened my legs and saw he had cleaned me up. I was simply wearing a black nightgown, too. My eyes darted to the window, watched how sunny it was outside, and felt like I might not have slept that long. I saw him standing in white ripped jeans, barefoot and shirtless.
He packed his red hair in a ponytail and looked at me, lighting up a new cigarette in between his lips. He smoked it and crept towards me.
I can never look at Sihwa the same anymore. I remember everything and how he saved me. The promises I made to him and how I told him I was going to be his friend and everything.
Why did I remember everything? Just why was I associated with Sihwa? Why did I have an encounter with him that night? He saved me from those bullies. He did a lot of things and defended me from the attackers who nearly killed me because of my parents.
He saved me from those kidnappers years ago. Why did I forget all that about him? Oh, I remember now. He said he wiped off my memories.
Gosh, I was the reason he wiped off my memories to save me from my death.
“Are you awake now?” He questioned and sat down in front of me and folded his leg to his left inner thigh.
“Yes.” I answered, and he nodded and stood up on his feet. He grabbed his black overcoat from the closet and wore it. “Why did I recall my memories?”
He paused.
I got up from the bed. “I need answers, Sihwa Grimwolf. Why…why, Sihwa? Why didn’t you tell me I was your mate back then?”
“Can you listen to yourself?” He turned to me. “You want me to tell you I’m your mate? Why should I tell a child about something like that?”
“It makes sense to me.”
“It doesn’t.” He responded sharply. “Take some rest. After all, you’ve been sleeping for 5 days now. Don’t you think you need some rest?”
“I’ve been sleeping for 5 days?” That was strange.
“Yes, go get some rest. We will talk later.” He said and held the doorknob. I ran up to him and held his arm.
He stopped, his gaze fell on me. “What do you think you are doing?” He questioned me, his expression leaving no emotions.
“Sihwa.” My eyes welled up. “Don’t leave me.”
“What?”
My tears dropped to my feet. I leaned my forehead on his arm and wrapped my hands around his arm. “I have the feeling you are leaving.” I mumbled. “You are disappearing again, just like what you did before. You always leave telling no one.” My gaze fell on him. “Please don’t leave, Sihwa.”
“Did I tell you I was leaving?”
“No, you don’t need to tell me anything. I can feel it.” I uttered.
“Wendy, get your hands off me. Stop acting like a child.”
“I’m not a child. I’m in my early 20s. Got it?”
“No, I don’t.” He slowly shook his head. “You are acting like a child now.”
“Like you said, ‘I’m acting like a child now,’ but I’m not a child. I know what I’m saying. Have this strong feeling you are leaving. I don’t know what’s happening, but you are leaving. You marked me, Sihwa. Have you forgotten? I can feel your emotions.” My tears wouldn’t stop dripping. “I can feel it. In these past four years, I couldn’t forget about you. Now I know why I keep feeling this pain. It is because you bonded with me. How could you do that without my permission, SIHWA?!”
“Get away from me,” He commented.
“I wouldn’t. I’m not leaving you.”
“Why?”
“I would go with you. Anywhere…”
“What if…if I plan to kill someone? Would you do it with me?” He solemnly questioned.
“Yes.” I blurted out.
Both of our eyes broadened when I heard what I just said.
“No, I didn’t mean it.” I defended myself and covered my mouth with both hands. “What did I just say?” I murmured to myself.
“Wendy.” He drew closer to me and cupped my face with both hands, leaning his forehead on mine. “You are so precious to me.”
“Sihwa.” My heartbeat skipped when I heard those words. “No, Sihwa.” I murmured.
My breath increases. I panted and shook my head continuously. It was as if Sihwa was letting go of me. As if I knew what was about to happen.
It scared the living hell out of me.