Chosen Novel

Chapter 0201

Dylan POV

"I'm self-diagnosed with word vomit. Sometimes it just can't be helped." I swallowed thickly before reaching into my pocket and pulling out the scrunched up wrinkle stained envelope, ready to change the subject quickly. "Anyway, I'm not here to talk about how shitty my life is..." I held out the white paper and smiled slightly.

"I'm here because, I can't do this alone." I watched Ryan Clarke look at the envelope in my hand and a confused frown quickly took over his face and curiosity was embedded into his small eyes.

"What do you mean you can't do this alone? What even is that?" I sighed and held one side of the envelope in each hand, my name staring back at me, causing yet another lump to form in my throat. I looked at Clarke then sighed before awkwardly waving the paper slightly.

“It’s a letter from my mom. She wrote it before I got her killed.” His eyes widened drastically at my words, and he quickly sat up more, letting his back sit up straight on the bed.

“You still haven’t opened that yet?” I shook my head. Even I couldn’t understand why I had waited so long. I just felt my breath halt drastically every time I even thought about opening it, and then I’d start to sweat and eventually I’d begin to panic. Now I felt different, Lewis had really helped me by just being there while I ranted. I think I had repressed my emotions so much that they had been manifesting into attacks of panic.

“No, not yet any way. I was hoping I could read it with you? I don’t exactly want to be on my own.” My grip tightened on the envelope and my gaze met the floor. I was so nervous it was unreal. The last words we ever spoke to each other weren’t something I wanted to remember and yet, I knew it would never leave me. Other than our last minutes together these written words were the very last time I’d ever hear from her. “I won’t be able to cope well if the last thing she ever said to me were written words of disappointment.”

“Of course you can read it here… But Dylan, your mom was nothing but proud of you. You have to know that…” my eyebrows scrunched slightly in sorrow and my shoulders shrugged out of disagreement. “Listen to me…” I looked away from him quickly, which in turn caused his voice to become very stern. “Look at me and listen…” I was that surprised by his tone that my head actually shot to him. “No one, not a single lycan or human, should have ever been through what you have, and yet you’re still here, you rejected the king at every turn, you fought with a determination I didn’t think anyone possessed, not to mention you saved my life, your mother was proud of you… and so am I.” It meant a lot to me to hear that from Clarke, we used to be close, he was basically my self proclaimed brother.

“Thanks Clarke, but honestly there’s more people out there fighting than what you think, it isn’t just me.” His head shook rapidly as he continued to try and put his point across.

“Just because more people are fighting, it doesn’t take your fight away from you. You have given people hope for a better future. So whatever your mom has written, just know that you gave her hope.” It’s still a foreign concept to me to be someone else hope when I barely had any.

I looked at the letter and turned it over in my hands, debating wether to actually open it or not. Honestly, Now that it was in front of me I was seriously regretting even thinking about opening it up.

“Oh, for gods sake…” Before I could think any more about my actions, I tore open the envelope and pulled out the folded paper from in side it.