Part 89

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"And what are you doing again this time?" Rys asked when Pars suddenly appeared beside her as she walked to school. He grabbed the bag from her. To her disagreement. Despite Rys trying to get back her bag, Pars held a tight grip with a grin on his face.

          So annoying!

          "You know," he casually said as he wrapped a hand around her neck., "—I'm acting like what I'm supposed to be. I'm acting as your mate, Ry-rys." Now, he was back to his normal self again, causing her to roll those green eyes of hers.

          "Shut up," she said then completely ignoring him afterwards. Pars grinned at her attempt to disregard him. Giving her that gaze of soft adoration, his eyes soon fell down to her hand. It looked soft and needed someone to hold on to it. Without any more thoughts, Pars grabbed it. Rys was taken aback, tilting her head to his direction with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

          "Cute," he cooed at her reaction.

Rys narrowed her gaze at him, trying to get back her hand from his grop; but man, he was just too strong for her. She finally gave up and persisted to walk, not bothering to even start a conversation with the damn annoying witch. It was meanwhile different for Pars. He was somehow of an attention seeker, so he tried all means to make a topic that would make Rys finally respond to her.

          "Hey! Do you know that that old hag wanted me to reject you; but I didn't because I find your case regarding your soulmates pretty interesting?" he asked.

No response.

"Am I not cool enough for you?" he asked again, but it was the same silent response. Rys was getting bored with his words as it didn't seem to have any serious or important notions on it. Well that's what you get from Pars. Pars gave out a pout, glancing down at their interlocked hands. With this, they looked like a couple; but his mate barely did her act as a mate.

"Ry-rys, why don't you like me?" he asked.

"Well, it's because your annoying," Rys said, finally dropping her silent act. When he didn't reply, she tilted her head to see him looking so sad. Well Pars did know that he was annoying, but he felt— he felt despair at the thought of her not liking his personality. Well Pars was supposed to be annoying. If he isn't annoying, he cannot even be called by his name Pars.

Rys got taken aback by his expression.

She never thought that Pars would take that to heart. "Hey, are you seriously sad by that?" Rys stammered, "I thought you're pretty chill with everything or—" The man dropped her a gaze, and it was filled with hurt, sadness, or whatever.

         "Look. I may appear to be the easy-going type. Or the carefree type. But I get hurt too. Now. Normally I'm not a sensitive person; but meeting you, I get unexpected mood changes."

         He chuckled, almost bitterly. "Oh, if only you know how being bonded to you affected me a lot. Changed me a lot. I don't normally get frustrated. I usually don't care, but this strings of fate is giving me a lot of emotions that I have never thought of experiencing."

         She winced when she felt him tighten his grip. "These emotions. It's slowly and slowly breaking the identity I had built out throughout the years. Jealousy. Anger. Hatred. The feeling of selfishness. Desire. An urge to kill those—" Pars stopped, ending the incomplete sentence with a sigh. Eyes closed, he ran a hand along his black hair. Finally, Pars had his grip on her loosen a little.

Rys looked away and could clearly see the troubles the mate bond and she herself had been causing him these past few days. "I am sorry," Rys apologized in a soft tone; but clearly, that apology was not enough. Pars only had her. Each of her mates only had her as their mate. While on the other hand, she had them as all her mates. She had all their attentions. While they had to fight or do something to grab her attention.

Pars shook his head, not accepting her apology. "No. Don't. It's not your fault. I—" He opened his eyes, and the man in front of him seemed to be more alive than the man few seconds earlier. "Even though I have been a hard time with you being my mate, I also had been experiencing the emotions that felt so nice."

"Like love." He smiled at her. That gentle smile— it caused her heart to ache a little. He looked genuinely glad. He looked like a person despite owning a demon's body. It caused her to feel guilt again because somehow she knew that those feelings of theirs she was receiving from them— she didn't deserve it.

"I'm sorry for being your mate," she murmured to the guy as she slowly retrieved her hand from his now loosen-up hold.

"Because of me, you're going through all of this. If only fate gave you a normal mate that would only love you and only you. Then you wouldn't have to go through those kind of frustrations. Then you would only have to feel love and not those."

He gave her those intense stares, just looking at her. Under his dark stares, Rys felt conscious, causing the girl to avert her eyes on the ground. "Look— don't say those things," he said. It snapped her attention back to him, and he was just giving hera smile, confusing her.

"I chose this."

"What?" she asked.

"I do have the option to severe a bonds." Seeing her expression of disagreement, he quickly continued, "Don't worry. It's not those I reject you lines. It is with the mere use of potion. To severe our bonds without causing us any pain."

"That exists?" Her eyes were wide with shock as she had never thought of such a potion to exist. Theresa had never referred to her to that. Well she didn't even inform her the I reject you line so, of course, there was no doubt that she would not tell her that.

Pars nodded.

"That old hag is the one who even brewed such type of potion. But hey, it is a secret. No one knows it. Only me and her. And now you," he said to her, his voice low meant only for her to hear.

"Why is it a secret?"

He leaned in closer to his lips to her. She felt his cold breath on her neck, causing her to shiver, but she remained in her place.

"The witch council would not like receiving a news that is against to the wishes of the fate. For the pain after rejecting your mate is a retribution given by the Deity, and so if they ever heard a news of that potion existing— then that would cause troubles to the old hag," Pars explained to her.

"There might be even a possible chance that she may be executed for attempting to make such a potion," he said. Rys looked down at the ground, thinking hard. "Have some one already tried the potion?" she asked. Looking so grave, Rys made Pars chuckle and pat her in the head. Shrugging, he answered.

"I believe so," he said.

"Who?" she asked, only receiving a shrug from him again. He sighed out, "I don't know, but you don't have to know that. I'm just telling you that because I want you to be informed. And because I also don't want to keep secrets from you."

          A smile left his lips as he embraced her so suddenly. He then easily brought his head over ber head and rested on it. His arms wrapped around her figure as Rys stood there motionless. "I want you to trust me, Ry-rys."

"I don't get it though..." she murmured.

"Why would you not take that potion?" she asked. He retrieved his arms around her form, but he did not distance his body. Instead he looked down at me with such love. A genuine expression pasted on his face. "Cause I'm satisfied witn you. I mean you are worth it. You are worth of being loved and fought for, Rys."

         We stared at each other.

         But then Pars had to ruin that captivating moment by pinching her in the nose. "Hey!" she yelled at him, glaring at him, as she had her hands on her nose.

         He chuckled. "So adorable, Ry-rys!" Pinching her yet again. She only glared at him harder— it was okay already. Like everything's okay and magical and romantic already, but Pars was stupid to ruin that by pinching her in the nose for his own satisfaction.

         Well whatever.

          Puffing her cheeks out, Rys directed him a scowl and began to walk again. The man was still laughing though as he tried to catch up to her. "I'm sorry," he apologized. But Rys did not have to look at him to know if the young witch was being insincere with his words.

         She rolled her eyes and just retorted, "Don't you dare talk to me for the rest of the day." causing Pars to groan and have a pout on his face for the rest of the walk. Rys, on the other hand, had her face etched with displeasure. Damn that witch! He really is annoying at times, but— looking back awhile ago, she can't help but soften up around him— but maybe he isn't that bad...

          The corners of her lips gradually curved up.

A/N: Skoaskdnsk who miss Hash and Tag already? Or maybe Cands😂? Anyways, I decided to wake up at the middle of the night to do this, so this isn't a chapter that I'm really proud of. But I like Pars in this chapter cause he's so sweet and kind. He may be possessive (cause he should be) and kind of yandere-ish, but no one could beat Jace for being the most yandere out of all the guys. 😂 Anywayss yah, i hope you enjoy the chapter I wrote for you and for myself haha.