The Moonlit Desires: Bound by Blood

This situation is seriously testing my patience! I let out a big sigh, thinking to myself, “Alright, just ignore her and get back to what I was doing.” But guess what? Alma, oh Alma, she just can’t resist the urge to keep blabbering on and on. It’s like she’s got an endless supply of words! I swear, it’s enough to drive anyone crazy!

I can’t help but roll my eyes as she finally lets out a dramatic sigh. “You know what? I’m well aware that you don’t like me,” she says, her words dripping with frustration. Without missing a beat, I grab the mop and give it a forceful squeeze, shooting a retort her way. “If you’ve got a problem with that, then why don’t you just stay in your own lane?” My words hang in the air, a mix of annoyance and frustration concerning her persistent pestering around me.

I hear her mumbling softly, her voice filled with longing. “I wish… I wish that I could,” she utters, her voice barely audible. With a heavy heart, she goes over to lean against the wall, her head drooping in sorrow.

I pause and lock eyes with her, a pang of guilt washing over me as my heart feels heavy with regret. Why was I so harsh? A surge of sadness washes over me, but then memories of Ava come rushing back, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Our story was more than just this, but it ended in such a terrible way. With a deep sigh, I push those thoughts aside and carry on with what I am doing. This past, filled with pain and betrayal, is something I refuse to let go of until they all pay for every single thing they did to me.

“Emma…” Her whispers gently tug me back to reality, prompting a sigh to escape my lips.

“Why are you here? I thought you went for your morning chores,” I interject, my voice sharp and dismissive, brushing off her words like an annoying fly.

However, she let out a weary sigh, her gaze lingering on me as I carried on with my cleaning. “I finished earlier and thought I’d swing by to see if you were done,” she explained, but I shot her a glare and continued with my task. “What if you came and didn’t get to see me?” I said, my voice tinged with a touch of dissatisfaction.

“But I did get to see you,” she let out, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and triumph. I couldn’t help but pause in my cleaning, turning to face her with a raised eyebrow. “Oh really?” I replied, unable to hide the bitterness in my voice. But instead, she still grinned, her eyes sparkling mischievously. “Yep, caught you in the act. Cleaning has never looked so captivating,” she teased, playfully nudging me.

Gulping hard, I forced myself and turned to look at her before looking away. “Alma… you were supposed to go back to the slave quarters,” I said in a serious tone, my words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. I couldn’t help but wipe those smiles off her face, determined to maintain my distance.

“I’m sure the old matron still has tons of work packed up there for us to attend to once we’re done with this one,” I added, my voice firm and unwavering. The thought of getting too close to her sent a shiver down my spine, and I made it clear with my words, hoping she will just get the hint and stay the fuck away from me.

Groaning, she shook her head, “It seems so easy to, how do I leave you when I saw how that fair psycho was yelling at you…… and I know she was the one that might have pushed you down to that soaked floor, what a nuisance,” she hissed, tilting her gaze away.

“Still, you were supposed to have left,” I retorted, my voice laced with a mix of annoyance and exasperation. “What transpired was between the two of us and none of your business,” I added, emphasizing each word with a firmness that left no room for argument.

“It is my damn business, Emma,” she almost yelled, her voice filled with frustration as she hauled herself out of the wall. “It is my business,” she repeated.

“It is not, Alma!!” I shook my head, feeling a surge of irritation bubbling up inside me. The relentless frustration coursed through my veins as I continued cleaning, determined to push through despite the mounting tension between us.

“I am your friend, Emma, so it is my business!” she yelled back, her voice filled with annoyance. “I bet you know nothing about friendship, you are so full of yourself!!” Her words kept pouring out, an unrelenting torrent of accusations and complaints.

And there I stood, stunned, my body stiffening at her sudden outburst. My grip tightened around the mop stick as I inhaled sharply, trying to steady myself. What do I know about friendship? A bitter smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I pondered the question. It felt like bitter medicine, a truth I struggled to swallow. If only she knew, she wouldn’t have asked me that.

Gritting my teeth, I mustered the strength to turn around and face her. I paused for a moment, taking in Alma’s appearance. I couldn’t deny that she was a strikingly beautiful woman, her innocence radiating from her face. But deep down, I knew I wasn’t in the right state of mind to give her the friendship she yearned for. “Nothing good will come out of this friendship in the end,” I said, my voice laced with a serious warning.

“I advise you to focus your energy on finding a way out of here instead.” I glared at her, a heavy sigh escaping my lips, as I picked up the bucket and began to walk away.

I shook my head, noticing her frozen in her spot for a moment as if she was trying to process what I had just said. A small glimmer of hope flickered inside me, thinking that maybe she would finally back off. But to my surprise, her voice echoed behind me once again. “Hey!!!… Come on, how did you know that nothing will come out?” she exclaimed, her tone filled with curiosity and a hint of defiance.

I let out an exasperated sigh, feeling annoyed by her persistent words. Couldn’t she just stay quiet for once?

“Why are you pushing me away?” she continued, her voice sounding confused. “You know that you’re the only person I talk to here.” I remained silent, quietly making my way towards the exit.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I’m just not sure if I can keep going with this conversation. It’s clear that she’s not ready to back down. And the word “friendship” has become something I truly despise in this world. She’s such a wonderful person, full of joy and kindness, and I truly believe she deserves someone better as a friend. Not someone like me, who feels mentally unstable.

I’m just so broken that I can’t bear the thought of wanting something that will only end up hurting her in the end. They’ve completely shattered me, making the world feel so bitter. I feel like I’m just going through the motions, like a lifeless creature. There’s no trace of emotions left in me, except when I’m around that devil… Damn it, Emma, why can’t you just stop thinking about this demon of a king?

“Hey, come on,” I felt Alma rush up beside me, snapping me out of my thoughts. “We walked out of the slave quarters together this morning, so it only makes sense for us to go back there together, right?” I could hear her humming, but I chose to ignore her, keeping my silence as I continued walking. No more words escaped my lips in her presence as we both made our way out of the building.