So here's the last chapter of the story! It was inspired by the song Arms by Christina Perri. And don't worry I'm working up a sequel just because I know you all will MURDER me when you read the ending! Love you all for your reviews and support!
Chapter 20 - Arms
For the last two weeks leading up to Paul and Nyla's wedding, he had been gone a lot for patrol. He was patrolling so much Nyla was sure he'd either patrol or sleep right through their wedding day.
The night before their wedding Paul had to go out and patrol again, the wedding was going to be at noon and he was supposed to patrol until 5 AM, go to the house him and Nyla had been living in for the last two years and sleep until at least 10 am then get up and get ready for the wedding.
Nyla stayed the night at her mothers, only because everyone insisted that they couldn't see each other twenty-four hours before the wedding because it was bad luck.
Nyla looked at herself in the mirror of the dressing room of the church. The dress looked perfect and her hair was down but the sides were pinned back and white ribbon was woven through it, she opted for no veil. Usually by now she'd had a call or text from Paul, but there wasn't anything. She was starting to get worried. Her indigo blue eyes scraping over her reflection in the mirror once again as she watched Kim, Leah, Emily and Alexia get ready behind her in the room.
Leah scoffed. "Hey I can feel your worry from over here. Calm down he's probably just nervous and hasn't thought about contacting you yet. He's probably just as ready to get today over with as you. So calm down before I have Calvin and Collin get a tank of oxygen."
Nyla let a small smile appear as she exhaled heavily. "You're right. I just need to keep breathing."
Jared looked at Sam. "Do you know where he is?"
Sam shook his head. "I don't have a clue. I gave him the night off, because I didn't want him being tired and missing his own wedding. Emily would kill me if that happened. I could only imagine what Nyla would so."
Jared chuckled as he pulled his cell phone out and called Paul's number as he walked out front of the church. When his voicemail picked up Jared growled. "Paul where the hell are you? You're going to miss your own damn wedding! You need to get here now." Jared slapped the phone closed as he sighed heavily and shoved the phone back in his pocket.
Calvin walked up to Jared. "Dude where is he?"
Jared shrugged. "I don't know. I just called him and he didn't even pick up. Look I'm going to phase and see if he's in wolf form, if he's not then I am going to run to their house and see where the hell he is."
Calvin nodded he could only hope Paul was not laying somewhere hurt.
An hour later, Jared had been to Paul and Nyla's house and back and Paul was still nowhere to be found. The wedding was getting ready to begin and the groom was completely MIA. Nyla was pacing the bridal room; she'd already kicked off her shoes and was trying to just breathe through the anxiety that had filled her body fully.
She felt as if she was going to be sick, she'd made everyone leave the room so she could just breathe. A high pitched ring brought her out of her thoughts as she looked down at her cell phone and sat Paul name across the display.
"Oh my God please tell me you're okay." Nyla voice came out in a worried rush.
Paul's voice was quiet as he sighed softly. "Yes I'm fine…I need to talk with you. Can you meet me please? At the cliffs."
"Paul we're supposed to be getting married right now. What is going on?"
"Please Nyla. Please just come to the cliffs and talk to me."
"Fine, I'll be there as soon as I can."
Fifteen minutes later, Leah looked at Nyla out of the corner of her eyes. "You do realize this is crazy right? You should've told someone we were leaving."
Nyla shook her head as she watched Leah drive her Jeep. "I just want to find out what the hell is going on. It's my wedding day for Christ sake. I should be sipping champagne and dancing with Paul. I should be Mrs. Redson right now." Nyla was still processing what Sam had told her before she left the church. That Paul didn't have to patrol the night before.
Why would he lie to her?
Where had he been if he wasn't patrolling?
Leah's jeep came to a stop as Nyla carefully got out of the truck and walked up the trail to the cliffs. She hadn't had time to change out of her wedding gown so she held it up as she walked carefully, making sure to not let it drag the ground and get ruined.
Nyla stepped out of the trees and saw Paul standing in his tuxedo at the cliffs. "Paul!"
Paul heard her call his name. He turned around and came face to face with the most beautiful bride he'd ever seen in his entire life. And she was supposed to be his bride today.
Nyla walked over and noticed the thick black circles under his eyes and saw how tired he really looked. His tie was hanging around his neck and his vest and shirt were unbuttoned. Nyla cupped his cheek. "Paul what is going on? Where supposed to get married today."
Paul shook his head negatively as he removed Nyla's hand from his cheek. "I can't do it Nyla. I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore."
"Do what? What are you talking about? We've been waiting for this moment since you asked me to marry you two years ago. I don't understand what's going on."
Paul closed his eyes tightly. The sick feeling in the pit of his stomach was almost too much, he wanted to throw up or phase and run like his life depended on it. He opened his eyes again. "I can't keep pretending that I want to be with you; when I really don't. I can't be with you anymore and I don't want to either."
Nyla could already feel the tears sliding down her cheeks. "You're lying…Don't lie to me. Don't tell me that I spent the last two years of my life waiting for you to be my husband for nothing. Don't tell me we went through all the bad times just to get to this one special day in our life just for you to tell me you can't do this."
Paul hated lying to Nyla. But sometimes you have to make a decision, a decision that in the end could cost you and the only person you love the sanity you share together. Sometimes the decisions that are decided are tough and they don't have to be made they NEED to be made. And even though nothing you could possibly say will help keep the pain away everything you say to that person you have to make them believe ever word that comes from your mouth.
Paul was making Nyla believe every word, because he knew if he didn't, then he would just be in worse pain than he was already. As the tears fell from his fiancé indigo blue eyes he felt every one of them stab him in the heart. He'd never felt pain like this before in his life and he knew it was only going to get worse in the days that followed.
"Tell me you don't love me anymore. Look me in the eyes and tell me. If it's the truth then you should be able to do it." Nyla begged as she tried to not let her emotions take over the moment, even though it was pretty much impossible right now.
Paul locked eyes with her as he took a deep breath. 'Do it! Don't be a coward! You have to say it to keep her safe.' His own voice was screaming inside his head. "I don't love you. It's not worth it. You're not worth it anymore."
Nyla's lips were trembling, the wind had picked up and grey clouds were starting to roll in. It was almost poetic. Of course it was going to rain. It was as if God could feel the pain radiating through Nyla's body and heart. She reached out and took his hand. She placed her engagement ring in the palm of his hand and closed his fingers around it. "Goodbye Paul."
Nyla turned and walked back into the trees. It began raining as Nyla made her way back to Leah's jeep. By the time she got back she was completely soaked and her dress was caked in mud. Leah grabbed a blanket from the back seat as she wrapped it around Nyla and tried to get her to talk. She sobbed uncontrollably as she told Leah to call Calvin and tell him that the wedding was off.
Four weeks later, the pack and imprints minus Paul of course, stood outside of Nyla's mother's house watching as she packed the last of her things in her Toyota. She went back to the vocational school in Port Angeles and decided to take them up on their offer of helping her get into a university. One she closed her trunk she turned and noticed Kim was already crying along with Leah. Emily was standing holding her and Sam's two week old son Milo. He was every bit his mommy and daddy.
She walked around making sure she hugged everyone. Jared had tried to dissuade her from leaving; that Paul was just being stupid, everyone in the pack knew he was being stupid, but no one could convince him otherwise. She waved once more to everyone and she knew Paul was watching from the trees she could feel his dark eyes on her. She spared a look to the trees and thought she saw something move, but figured it was the wind.
She pulled out of the drive way and took off down the road. She couldn't help but look back in the rearview mirror a few thousand times until La Push disappeared. She knew Paul was lying; for reasons he could not and would not explain to her. Of course he wouldn't explain it to anyone in the pack either. She figured it was just easier for him to let her go then try to explain the reasoning behind it.
Nyla wished with every fiber of her being that he would run up to the car or out in the middle of the road and stop her and beg her to stay. To stay wrapped in his arms for the rest of her life. It didn't matter how beautiful the house was that he'd bought for them, his arms were her home; not the house. She wiped the few tears that slid down her cheek as she kept driving.
She'd come back one day...She had to.
The love of her life lived there and one day his stubbornness would cease and they could be soul mates again. But for now she'd had to just dream of being at home in his arms.