"Mielle," Aristele whispered. His sister's eyes were piercing.
"In my previous life, I was married to Allard Salvatore. I asked to be engaged to him and he never loved me. I don't know if I loved him or if I needed him to love me. It was foolish, I know." Lumielle realized it now. She realized how stupid she had been. Yet, being unloved, unwanted, and undesired hurt more than she remembered.
"He fell in love with Cosette."
That was the shortest summary she could give. Lumielle didn't want to indulge the fact that she dreamed of Allard cutting out her tongue, whispering sweet nothings into Cosette's ear, and then finally, her despite all of that trying to attain his love. Lumielle didn't want to divulge that she found their lips clashed together desperately wishing to taste one another as if he was trying to wipe the taste of Lumielle off of his lips.
This had been weighing on her heart. She was telling him everything.
