He did not truly love her.
To hell, he wanted to commit only to Gwen. Only Gwen did he truly love, but worst of all, he couldn't even protect her, so how was he to love again?
"Sebastian."
She called, and he went completely still. A few days ago, he had loved the melody of that voice; he had enjoyed the feel of her soft hand on his skin. But love? He was not ready for it anymore; he wasn't ready to commit again.
Now that she had seen his true self, he expected her to flee from him, but here she stood, though scared, her gaze determined.
He looked away, staring at his trembling hands. He needed time alone. His head pounded with everything that had happened, and worst of all, he had lost Draven; there was no single trace of him.
"I need to be alone," he whispered, his voice trembling. Although he did not love her, it didn't mean he didn't care for her. Damn, it had been centuries since he lost Gwen, and for a while, he wanted to feel cared for again.
