192: HANNA

HANNA

"Hanna, I am sorry, can we talk?" Will asked, he held her hand and when she turned around, her eyes were so red. She was fighting back her tears and the sight made Will's heart clench so tightly.0

No one expected the thing that happened after Will gave the necklace to Hanna to happen, because everything started so perfectly, but he still ruined it in the end.

At that time, Hanna was so happy and she thought the feelings that she had for him were being reciprocated. If it was not, what was the necklace for? He remembered her on his long journey, which was a very sweet thing. Hanna also could feel it with the way Will looked at her differently. She was not so dense as to not see it, especially when she had the same feeling, thus she wanted to make it clear for him.

That night, her feelings overwhelmed her and the silence of the room only made her want to be a little bit bold, thus she thought an innocent peck on the cheek would be able to tell how she felt about him while the gift could relay the message about the thing that she and Will couldn't say out loud, because he was very nervous.

Hanna could feel how his hands were trembling when he clasped the necklace around her neck and that made her heart flutter.

However, things didn't end well, because when Hanna was about to kiss his cheek, Will pushed her so hard, her body flew across the room and hit the table. The collision of her body with the table broke it, which displayed how hard Will had pushed her.

For a second, both of them just stared at each other in silence, as if they were trying to comprehend what actually was happening, but the pain started to register in Hanna's mind when she saw her arm bleeding profusely and Will only stood there, his face blanched.

Hanna didn't know what to do, she felt embarrassed and was in pain, the only thing in her mind was; to get out of there as soon as possible.

She was wrong, very wrong! How stupid she was to think that he had the same feelings?

"No, it is me who should apologize," Hanna said, as she tried to free herself from his tight grip. Will held her hand firmly, but it was not enough to hurt her. "I am sorry… I was too brazen."

However, Will didn't listen to what she was saying, instead, he folded her sleeve up to look at her arm, the same arm that had bled that night.

Hanna was a shifter and since a few days had passed, there was no way she had not yet healed, but Will wanted to make sure that she was really fine and it didn't leave any scars.

The sight of her with a bleeding arm had haunted him for days, became his new common nightmare. Even when he opened his eyes, the image kept floating in front of him

"What are you doing?" Hanna was flabbergasted when he folded up her sleeves. Her arm was thin and looked pale, but there was no wound there, which made Will feel relieved.

"I am sorry," Will muttered, as he unfolded her sleeve, but he didn't let go of her hand. "I didn't mean to harm you." His voice was so soft and remorseful. He didn't even have the courage to look her in the eyes, but at the same time, he couldn't let her go before he explained himself.

"It's okay," Hanna mumbled, but Will shook his head.

"No, it's not okay…" Will couldn't find the right words without sounding like he was looking for an excuse and he didn't know how to explain such a thing to her.

However, he knew that he would lose her if the misunderstanding was left unraveled.

Yet, he could only offer silence. This was the hardest thing that he had to talk about, as it had been a long time since they talked about their feelings.

As slaves, they had never talked about their feelings, because such a thing was useless, it wouldn't make them feel better, nor would it make their situation any more bearable than this.

They stopped talking about what they felt and explaining themselves. They buried their grievances deep down and never brought them up, talking about that would only make them recall all the bad memories and why would they want to suffer twice? Thus, Will didn't know where to start.

"It's okay… I understand…" Hanna wriggled her hand in his grip because Will didn't talk for a long time and she felt dejected.

"No, you don't understand." Once again Will shook his head, the words were on the tip of his tongue, but it was so hard to spit them out and the more he became frustrated with himself, the harder it was for him to be coherent.

People saw him as a cold headed person, but it was only an appearance that he tried to keep up, exactly how Ethan perceived himself as a goofy person or the Alpha, because their real faces were so ugly.

"You don't need to explain it if you don't want to," Hanna said softly, this time, she was genuinely worried when she saw how complicated his expression was, as if there were a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

Yet, Will shook his head again. "I am sorry." That was the only thing that he could utter and Hanna was very concerned, she no longer wanted an explanation. Whatever it was, it looked so hard for Will to say it.

"It's okay," Hanna said in a coaxing tone, she wanted to give him a hug, because he looked like he was going to cry, just like the first time she found him after being defiled by the savages and on the brink of death, but she held herself back, because the last time she initiated physical contact, it didn't end well. "It's okay…" She could only repeat the same thing.

"No, it's not okay… I hurt you." The sight of her in pain ripped his heart apart.

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