Ophelia POV:-
I tossed and turned in Sebastian's bed, unable to shake off the thoughts racing through my mind. He was sleeping peacefully on the sofa in the hall, but I couldn't convince him to take the bed instead. Who could make him understand that I was used to this kind of life? I had grown accustomed to discomfort, to making do with what little I had.
Sleeping on the floor or on a broken sofa was nothing new to me. In fact, getting two moments of peaceful sleep was a rare occurrence. But tonight, despite the comfortable bed, sleep eluded me.
The events of the day kept replaying in my mind like a movie on loop. The revelation of my family's true nature, the goons chasing me with ill intent, and then meeting Sebastian. His words echoed in my mind - "Mate!"
If what he said was true, then fate had brought me to him. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I turned onto my side and stared at the window, watching the raindrops slide down the pane like tears.
The sound of the rain was soothing, but my mind was a jumble of emotions. Fear, uncertainty, and a hint of hope. I thought about Sebastian, about his piercing eyes and chiseled features. He had saved me, protected me, and called me his mate.
Whatever Sebastian had said was indeed tempting, and I found myself drawn to his words like a magnet. He wasn't lying; I could sense the honesty in his tone, the sincerity in his eyes. After spending so much time understanding people's emotions, I had developed a keen sense of detecting truth and lies. And Sebastian's words resonated with truth.
Seeing his true form with my own eyes had shaken me, but it had also made me believe in his words. Not completely, but enough to trust that he wouldn't harm me. Maybe that's why I felt a sense of trust towards him.
And then there was the electricity that had run through my body when he touched me. It wasn't my imagination; I had felt it multiple times. So, what should I do? I knew nothing about him, but I felt an inexplicable pull towards him.
Perhaps the first step was to learn more about him, but that would mean revealing myself to him. I stood by the window, lost in thought, weighing the consequences of my decision.
After what felt like an eternity, I made up my mind. For the first time in my life, I would trust someone blindly. I would trust Sebastian's words, his intentions, and his actions. I took a deep breath, letting my inner self guide me.
"I will trust him," I whispered to myself, hoping that fate wouldn't give me a reason to regret my decision.
As I stood there, the rain continued to fall outside, washing away my doubts and fears. I felt a sense of calm wash over me, a sense of surrender. I was putting my faith in Sebastian, and I could only hope that he would prove worthy of it.
*****
I stood amidst the vibrant mustard field, bathed in the warm glow of the yellow aura that seemed to stretch on forever. The gentle rustle of the crops and the sweet scent of blooming flowers enveloped me, creating a sense of serenity. But as I gazed out at the endless horizon, a shiver ran down my spine.
At first, it was just a faint feeling, a whisper in the back of my mind. Someone was behind me. I spun around, my heart skipping a beat, but there was no one there. I reassured myself that it was just my imagination playing tricks on me, a side effect of the traumatic events that had unfolded recently.
Yet, the sensation persisted, growing stronger with each passing moment. It was as if unseen eyes were watching me, boring into my skin. I tried to shake off the feeling, telling myself it was just paranoia, but it only intensified.
Fear began to creep in, its icy fingers wrapping around my heart. The unknown can be a terrifying thing, and I was faced with the unsettling feeling that I was not alone in this desolate landscape. Every step I took, every movement I made, seemed to be monitored.
My pace quickened as I started walking in one direction, the tall mustard plants blurring together as I hastened my steps. But the field seemed endless, with no respite in sight. My feet stumbled, and I fell to the ground, my panic-stricken eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of salvation.
And then, a voice called out to me, its tremulous tone like that of an aged woman.
"Ophelia! Don't run! Accept it."
The words sent shivers down my spine as I frantically searched for the source of the voice. But there was no one in sight. The voice grew louder, more insistent, echoing in my mind until I could feel it reverberating through every cell in my body. It was as if the voice was coming from all directions, surrounding me. I covered my ears, desperate to block out the cacophony, but it only seemed to grow louder. The voice multiplied, becoming a chorus of echoes.
"Ophelia!"
"Don't run!"
The words became a mantra, haunting me. In a moment of sheer terror, I screamed out, my voice piercing the air. I couldn't bear the voices anymore; I couldn't bear the feeling of being hunted. But suddenly, everything around me changed. The mustard field vanished, replaced by a desolate and barren forest. Dry, twisted trees loomed above me, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. The air was thick with an eerie silence.
I was trapped, alone and frightened, with no escape in sight. The trees seemed to be closing in on me, their branches tangling together like a prison. My heart racing, I screamed out again, my voice shaking with fear.
"Sebastian!"
I cried, my heart pleading for rescue from this living nightmare. Where was he? didn't he said he'll protect me? where is he now?