My knees threaten to give out. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, my voice rough and strained. “For Moon’s sake, Kali–I’m your mate. I would’ve helped you. I should’ve been the one to carry that burden… not him.”
“Maybe if you weren’t so busy trying to claim me like I’m some kind of possession, I would have,” she snaps.
I’m still your mate-
She cuts me off.
“You might be my mate but I never accepted you.” She shakes her head, tears brimming in her eyes again. “And after seeing your animalistic behavior just now?” She pauses, “I don’t regret it.”
1 stagger back, breathless.
“Kali…” I whisper.
But she doesn’t hear the. Or maybe she does–and just doesn’t care. She turns away, walks to the door.
And slams it behind her like she’s never coming back.
i fall to my knees
The hardwood for titles into me, but i don’t bens in net really. My chest heaves like there’s a goddamn boeder sitting on top of it. I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut, fighting back the scream clawing its way up my throat
The pain. fuck, it’s not hum te before it’s not distant or dull. It’s alive. Burning Gnawing Bleeding
My soul feels like it’s being form to stovers from the inside, and my wait–my damn wait–in whimpering like a dying animal, curled up somewhere deep
within row, or fanchas No FRE
She said she does ranges nepecting me. She slammed the door like she’d never came back
And I besee her.
The silence in the room is defining, weRaping around sve like a shroud. My fingers claw at the floor, my jaw clenched so tight I’m sure I’ll crack a tooth.
Every breath feels like antuting shands of grass
Then-
The door creaks oper
My heart stutters, Kali?
My head stags up, eyes wide, hope splintering through the haze of agony-
But it’s not her.
It’s aim Agai
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