A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 414: Aren’t You Happy?

Chapter 414: Aren’t You Happy?

Valentine nodded and ended the call. His hands dropped to the side, and he lifted his head to stare at the sky. Patiently, he waited for Olive. From the looks of it, the sun would rise soon.

The rustling sound behind Valentine snapped him out of the daze he’d been in for long minutes now. He slowly turned around to see Olive, who’d retracted his wings.

"Val..." Olive took a step towards him, immediately pulling him into his arms and hugging him. "You scared me. Why would you leave without telling me? What are you doing up here? And what happened to your wings? What have you done to—"

"Olive..." Valentine wrapped his arms around him, embracing him. He buried his face in his chest, inhaling his scent. "You shouldn’t have come," he mumbled.

"What do you mean?" Olive was gently caressing his hair, hoping to calm him down. "Why wouldn’t I have come?"

"I was going to kill myself." Valentine sobbed.

Immediately, Olive pulled him back to stare at his teary face. "What the fuck do you mean by that? I said I would save you. I will find a way and—"

"What’s the point? What is the friggin point, Olive?" Valentine broke down, crying nonstop. "If you save me, what am I supposed to live for? Huh?"

"I’m all alone now! I have no one, and it fucking hurts."

"But...you have me," Olive said in a quiet tone.

Valentine shook his head, chuckling. "Olive, Draven was everything to me—my life, you know. I wanted him to live; I needed him to. I cared for him, and I wanted him to be the only person standing! I wanted to watch him get the revenge he’d desired, and even though he got it, he died in the end. He died, and his wife went along with him."

"Tell me, how could the heavens be this cruel?" He grabbed Olive’s hand, wanting an answer. "He suffered so much, and finally, when he found happiness, they gave him no chance to rest in it. To live in comfort. They took everything from him, even his life. Why? What had he done wrong? Why couldn’t he be happy? Why couldn’t we be happy?"

"I didn’t even get to see him while he drew his last breath. I couldn’t tell him so many things that I wished to say to him! Why did all these happen? Tell me, give me an answer, Olive!"

He begged, desperate.

Olive could only stand staring at him, crying. He had no clue either and had no idea what to do, what to say, or what to even give as an explanation—as a response.

Valentine cupped Olive’s cheek, staring into his teary eyes.

"Olive...everyone...everyone is gone. I am all alone, and I feel so lonely. The world has suddenly become so cold, really cold."

"But...but I’m here with you...am I not?" Olive sniffled, warmly holding onto his hands.

Valentine blinked, the tears in his eyes breaking.

"Olive...I was never going to find love or get married, did you know?"

Olive furrowed his brows at him. "W-what do you mean?"

Valentine smiled sadly. "I realized that the one person that I was able to fall in love with would never reciprocate my love. But it is okay. It’s...just...why? Why did it have to be that person? Why couldn’t it have been someone else?"

He lowered his head, dropping his forehead against Olive’s chest. "It hurts a lot, so much that I hate it. Why am I like this?"

Olive flickered her eyes. "Valentine... I... It-it’s..." His words were utterly jumbled, having realized who Valentine was referring to. How could he...

"Olive!" Valentine mumbled his name. "You must already know, but I’d like to understand why loving you is not okay. Why am I suffering? Why does it have to be you of all people? Explain to me. Just tell me. Am I hated by the heavens this much that the love I sought so much and wanted to give so much was given to you? Someone who would never reciprocate it?

"I’ve tried convincing myself." He sniffled. "I lied to myself so many times, Olive, but it was just there. You were right there, and everything just looked different. I don’t know what to do."

"I desire to die. I have to die. I cannot be any more miserable. I am too tired," he muttered, falling to his knees, Olive following.

"You know, at first, I was just interested and fascinated; you reminded me of my brother. There was no feeling at all. But...I had no idea when I slowly started to get attached, and before I could tell, I fell. I have never had anyone treat me as well as you did, after all."

"Tell me, was that why I ended up feeling this way for you?" he asked, genuinely confused. "Even though you are a man just like me. Could it have been something else? I don’t know. I am confused. I mean, I’ve never liked a man before, but women. I have never even thought of it, so why you?"

All the while, Olive just knelt, holding onto him and listening quietly, only sniffing and still crying.

Valentine drew a deep breath. "We can’t be together, and I understand that. If only I were a woman, maybe it would have worked, right? We would have had no issue, mhm?"

"You see—" Frantically, he coughed a mouthful of blood, unable to complete his words. His nose began to bleed profusely, and Olive, who was watching him, caressed his loose hair.

"Valentine..." he mumbled his name.

Valentine lifted his green eyes to look at him. "Olive?"

"There is possibly a next life," Olive said to him, lowering his head to his shoulder. "And in that next life, we’ll be together, that I can promise you. It does not matter if you are a boy or a girl. I would like you either way."

A smile tugged at his lips, and before Valentine could even anticipate what he was about to do, due to shock, Olive bit into his mating gland, marking and claiming him.

Valentine’s eyes widened, a hiss escaping his mouth.

"Olive! W-what are you—"

"If I mate with you, I suppose it would raise our chance in a new life, wouldn’t it?" Olive pulled back, his elongated fangs bloody. "You’ve marked me already, so it’s done. We’re mated to each other. Aren’t you happy? I may not have saved you, but I was able to give you something you wanted, right?"