Rejected Little Secret by Lisj

Chapter 70 

Restless and troubled, I reluctantly abandoned the sanctuary of my cabin, the heaviness of my turmoil weighing me down. Hoping to find solace in the familiarity of her presence, I made my way to Sammy’s cabin, the sound of chirping birds filling the air. 

“Sammy? Hey, do you have a second? I need to talk to you.” 

I stood there, knocking on the door, but there was only an eerie stillness that greeted me, causing my heart to sink even further. A haunting stillness surrounded me, and a wave of isolation washed over me, leaving me with a sense of emptiness. I was determined not to be deterred, so I strained my ears, hoping to catch even the faintest sound that could lead me to Sammy. 

From somewhere in the pack’s square, her voice floated delicately on the wind, barely audible. Without hesitation, I followed the sound, my heart pounding with anticipation as I hurried towards her familiar voice. 

In a matter of minutes, I reached the village square, and much to my surprise, there was still a buzz of activity. In Thornholde, the square would transform into a ghostly emptiness as night fell, a result of the strict curfew in place. 

The moment I spot Sammy in the crowd, a smile of recognition lights up my face. 

“Sam–1” 

I stop myself abruptly, clamping my lips shut. 

Sammy stood in the midst of the pack, their eager faces crowding around her, as her laughter filled the air like a melodic symphony. She appeared completely at ease, blending effortlessly with her newfound companions 

Standing at the sidelines, I could sense the heaviness in my heart as I carried the weight of my burdens. Concealed from sight, I witnessed Sammy’s interactions with the others, her smile illuminating the surroundings and her laughter spreading joy. For a fleeting moment, my mind conjures a faint memory of Sammy in Thornhalde, always keeping her head low, never seeking attention. 

It’s as if Sammy was made for Blackacre–she fit right in 

And then, it dawned on me like a light bulb flickering to life. How could I burden her with my own troubles when she had already found her place among the pack, laughing and joking with the others? How could I disturb the peace she had labored to create? 

With a heavy sigh, I found myself wandering aimlessly, the cool breeze brushing against my skin as I walked along the meandering paths. Despite the coolness of the night air against my skin, it did nothing to alleviate the turmoil that was tearing me apart. 

With each step I took, my thoughts whirled like a raging storm in my mind, growing more tumultuous with each passing moment. The feeling of 

y soul. loneliness loomed over me, threatening to consume my entire being, while the voice of doubt continued to whisper relentlessly in the depths of mys 

For the third time, I found myself circling the same old tree, my steps faltering as I stared up at its gnarled branches reaching towards the heavens. I turned away from the tree, and the sound of my footsteps echoed as I made my way towards the pack’s clinic. 

The nagging feeling that I should be there, if only to divert my attention, stayed with me no matter what I tried. 

Similar to my previous visit, it took me only a few minutes to reach the clinic. Though a few staff members greeted me with smiles, the dim lights served as a reminder of the dwindling crowd that had occupied the space earlier in the morning. With Nadia’s room location already committed to memory, stealthily navigated towards it, being mindful not to disrupt the staff. 

Walking through the dimly lit corridors of the pack’s clinic, I could hear the distant hum of medical equipment, adding to the sense of unease. Ih Idea why I was here, no clear purpose driving me forward, only a vague sense of longing that pulled me towards Nadia’s room. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

With each step, I couldn’t help but notice the silence that hung in the air, making me question if Nachia would eye 

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However, deep inside, I couldn’t rid myself of the lingering sense that she alone held the key to understanding my pain, a source of solace that no one 

else could offer. 

The closer I got to Nadia’s room, the more my hesitation grew, leaving my hand suspended in mid–air, unsure whether to grasp the door handle. 

What if she pretended not to notice my presence again? 

What if she closed herself off, refusing to utter a single word to me again? 

The thought sent a shiver of apprehension down my spine, as if icy fingers were traping their way along my back. But I pushed it aside, determined to steel myself for whatever might await me on the other side of that door. 

As I took a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside, the sound of the latch clicking softly resonating in the stillness of the room. Nadia lay in bed, her eyes fixated on the ceiling, her breathing calm and rhythmic. Her eyes flickered towards me for a moment, but then she shifted her attention back to the ceiling, fixated. 

I took her silence as a positive sign since she didn’t ask me to leave. 

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say, as I approached her bedside and felt the softness of the blankets beneath my fingertips. But then! remembered why I had come here in the first place. I needed someone to confide in, someone who could empathize with the inner turmoil I was experiencing, and Nadia was the only person who immediately came to mind. 

“Hey,” My words escaped softly, barely audible above a whisper. “Can L… can I sit with you for a while?”