My mind and my heart were in a race.
This short little dream I was living with him had to come to an end at one point, the end didn't come unexpectedly, it only came too soon.
"…He doesn't know I'm here," she finally said, putting me out of my misery.
She came here on her own accord then... She wanted to confront me. After all, when it came down to the very core, we were that much alike.
I took a shaky breath, "That's more reason not to be here, what you have to say… you can say it to him, it has nothing to do with me,"
Her small hands made small fists by either of her sides, "Do you think you could attempt to believe me when I say that I wanted him to be with you? That I truly believed you'd be good for him?"
No, I didn't want to believe that she was the better person.
... Who was this female anyway?
Did the bond that finally manifested change her that much? Or were the months she spent around my mate enough to melt her ice?
