Garte's POV

My head hurts.

That's all I can really say. I haven't opened my eyes yet. Well, I have, but only slightly. The bright light is way too intense. At first, I thought I was still outside under the sun, but I'm too comfortable to be on the ground.

I remember seeing Theo. I remember seeing him so clearly, it was almost unreal. I remember him raising that rock, hitting me on the right side of the head.

But... I can't remember what he told me.

I remember no word of what he said. Therefore, I can't piece anything together. It's making me so nervous, I need to know what he said.

I squeeze my eyes shut, groaning slightly. I hear footsteps running in. I grip my left hand in a fist, feeling the right side of my head covered in a bandage. I turn my head to the side, squinting my eyes open. I see a nurse, dressed in white, fixing the IV bags. She's only a blur, I can't see her clearly.

"Lord Ro'Meave! You're awake!" She exclaims.

Her voice rings in my ears. She was way too loud.

"Can I get you anything to drink? Do you need anything?" She asks calmer this time, probably assuming that she was too loud before.

It hurts to shake my head, so I put my hand up, signaling that I'm saying no. My eyes are more open now, the light is bright but not as bright as before. The nurse is a little clearer, but it still feels like I'm looking at her from underwater.

"Do you want me to get anyone? Zianna?" She asks.

My heart drops. I may not remember what Theo told me but I sure as hell remember what Zianna did to me. I do not want to see her. But I need to see Leo. He can help me fine Theo again, I need to find him.

"No. Get Leo." I command her in as harsh a tone as I can give. I guess it's not that harsh, considering I basically croaked it out.

"Yes, sir." She says, walking out the room.

Minutes later, Leo comes walking in. His armor is rugged, he looks tired. His hair is disheveled. I motion for him to come over gently.

"Lord Ro'Meave, thank Irene you're okay." He says, letting out a deep breath. "Don't do that again, everyone was terrified."

"L-Leo..." I say, pulling on his shirt sleeve tightly. "Theo's alive. I saw him, he's the one who hit me in the head."

Leo raises an eyebrow. His eyes tell me he doesn't believe me, and the fact that he shakes his head gives me a solid response of what he thinks.

"Lord Ro'Meave, you were hit in the head and found in the woods the next day. It might have not been Theo you saw. He's been missing for years." Leo tells me sympathetically.

Don't talk to me sympathetically, Leo. I don't need your sympathy, I need your help finding my brother.

"No, Leo, I saw him! He's the one who hit me. Please, you have to believe me." I tell him, begging him for his trust.

"I'm sorry, Lord Ro'Meave. Theo hasn't been seen for four years." He says, in such disbelief it disgusts me.

He sighs. "I'll come and check on you later." He pats my shoulder and walks out.

I bite my lip. I know what I saw, why won't they believe me?

3 days later

I sit on the edge of my office chair. Staring at a picture of Theo, I keep thinking that maybe I didn't see him. Maybe it was someone else, or a hallucination and something just hit my head.

But no, he looks just like the person that was standing across the fire from me. The only thing that's different is that in the picture I'm starting at, he has this contagious smile. Even I wanna smile looking at how happy he is, even though I'm making sure they're the same person.

There's no way I was hallucinating. I can still hear his relatively deep voice in my head.

"You shouldn't have ran out like you did." I hear Zianna's voice say.

I grit my teeth. Do I really have to talk to her right now?

"I had to." I say in a monotone voice, hoping she knows that I really don't want to talk to her.

"No, you didn't. You should have talked to me. Our boys were worried sick." She tells me.

"They're five and almost three. What could they have understood?" I ask her, still not looking up at her and pretending to focus on the picture still.

"They're not dumb, Garte. They were scared. I understand what I did to you hurt you, but what you did was selfish." She says.

My blood boils. Anger flows through my body like never before. Did she really just call me selfish? I never knew someone could be so hypocritical.

"No." I say standing up, looking at her right in the eye. "You don't get to call me selfish. You don't get to lecture me about how selfish I was when you're the reason why I ran away. In fact, what you did was selfish."

She looks offended and taken back. Adrenaline runs through me. I can get everything I want out.

"Everyone has taken pieces of me." I tell her. "Everyone. Whether it be because they died or because they've committed actions, some unspeakable. But then you came. And you fixed everything. We were happy. We had two beautiful boys. And my life was whole. But then you cheated on me with some man that I don't even know, and you took everything away from me. You took those pieces you mended together and you ripped them apart. So no, you don't get to call me selfish."

She's frozen, she doesn't even open her mouth to speak. I walk past her, opening the door and then slamming it. I feel like hurting someone, the anger is that extreme. I walk into our room, also slamming that door. I sit down on the bed, basically ripping off my suit jacket. I throw it on the floor harshly, basically how you would throw a rock on the ground if you were angry.

But then I start thinking to myself. Maybe I am selfish.

Maybe I am cruel.

Maybe I am a tyrant.

Maybe I am insane.

Maybe I am unloved.

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2 chapters in... A short amount of time!

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