"Wish I was cold as stone,
Then I wouldn't feel a thing
Wish I didn't have this heart,
Then I wouldn't know the sting of the rain..."
--Lady Antebellum
⸺Princess Cassandra⸺
I turn back from him and walk to my closet. I pick a baseball shirt and shorts, then rubber shoes. I grabbed the baseball cap and threw it on the bed. He is coming closer to me. I felt his arms corner me and he wrapped them around me.
"It's okay to cry. I won't judge you."
"Stop, Luke. I am not crying." I said rolling my eyes. He chuckled. His hug is helping me through.
"You know that I love you, that it hurts." He murmurs.
"Luke,"
"I know. You are my best friend and ever since I just wished that you are my mate, not her. But destiny is such a big paradox, the Goddess matches us to the people who loved someone else." I faced him and scooped his cheek. He tightened his hug around my waist.
