The Omega's Dominant

Chapter 62

Wayne's POV

Everything good had to come to an end.

It was how the world worked. Even with all the riches and power, no one could save anyone from death. There was no such thing as immortality or giving one a life. There were two instances where I had ever cried, one was where my father died, where I couldn't do anything to bring him back, where I felt the weakest of all, where I felt nothing could help me and the second time was when my unborn child was killed.

Same feelings.

Same emotions.

Different people.

Different deaths.

One's grave was big and the other one was small. The tears were the same and the pain was the same. But I never thought I was ever going to cry for someone who was living, breathing right next to me. It took courage and a lot of strength to love someone and seeing them going through pain was worse than the pain of any death.

When I held Clara in my arms after her surgery, I wept like a child while she struck her fists into my chest, screaming how much she hated me and wished I wouldn't have taken the only precious thing she ever had.

But it wasn't in my control.

I wished it was.

I wished I could've stopped her from leaving my arms that evening. I wished I could've kept her by my side during that night rather than letting her go to take a walk. I wished I could've controlled who ruled under me. I wished I could've killed Brian a lot earlier.

He ceased to exist anymore but the pain he caused me, and Clara was going to live on forever. It was our arrogance that drove him to the point where he decided on ending our happiness and taking our unborn child away on that awful one night.

"She's coming." Nora whispered in my ears, taking me out of my thoughts.

I threw the cigarette bud on the floor and stamped on it before Clara saw me smoking again. She hated the smell, but I couldn't help. I had to take on something to soothe the pain and the guilt.

"You reek of it, Wayne and it's disgusting." Clara stepped out of the house and onto the driveway with a bag hanging off her shoulder. Her voice had gotten fairly lower. Whenever she spoke, it sounded like a whisper—a whisper only I could understand.

"I'll try to stop." It was hard making another promise after I broke the last few ones.

"I hope you do." She directed the driver into the house where her suitcases were neatly packed, and the driver picked up each one of them and placed them inside the car.

"Hopefully." I murmured.

It hurt letting her go but I couldn't hold her down anymore. It had been over a month since the accident, since we buried our child, and since Clara learned she couldn't be a mother anymore. The accident not only caused our child to die but it also caused an internal injury which required an immediate surgery.

"Don't be such a gloom. I'm not running away with another man." She said, pressing her soft hand against my face and tuning in my attention. "I still love you, Wayne." She stared into my eyes and confessed.

"Then stay."

"You know I can't." She shook her head and moved it away. "I lost my peace and I need to find it again. I need to heal on my own for this once. I'm sorry. We will find our way back to each other if it's meant to be but for now, I need to be alone."

"I'll be shattered, Clara." I said, taking her hand and brushing my favorite lock away from her face. I gazed into her eyes for a few seconds before rephrasing myself, "But it's fine. I'll handle myself. Don't worry about me." I couldn't hold her to stay.

We had the conversation a thousand times and each time, she cried. If loving someone meant letting them go then I was letting Clara go. She deserved to find her happiness, whether it was with me or somewhere else. I wanted her—needed her but she wanted to move with her time, at her pace and I had to support her decision.

I loved her too much.

"Take care of yourself, Wayne, and get that smell off yourself." She wavered her hand in front of her nose before leaning in and hugging me. "I will miss you."

"I'll miss you too." I moved back and took her face in my hands. "Wherever you are, just remember, I'll be always here, waiting for you. You're my everything and you'll always be. I'll never ever forget my time with you, and I hope, I really hope, you find happiness because I'll miss mine. Thank you for everything." Between all the tension, a smile crept onto my face and it broadened as I continued to stare into her eyes.

They were full of pain and terror.

And I wished I could take all of it away.

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe.

"Goodbye, Wayne." She stood up on her toes and pressed her lips against my cheeks before waving her hand and leaving.

"Goodbye, Kitten."

THE END

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