“Oh let that one word hang in the air as I try to centred my trembling chin. My diaphragm expands with the long intake of air. I breathe it out slowly The pull in of breath, the push out of breathi,) know this feeling
#1 thought I could do this. I was wong. At least it was only a kiss that we shared, nothing too serious. He’s looking down at his desk now. Only a kiss. De sacs it Be it was only a kiss to him. Toome, it was everything that Erbeamed about
“I think it agould be best if we just kept our relationship on a professional level from now on.” He’s using his doctor’s voice on me while I try to not cry The tears want to poodinding mors, !
=ts this what you want, Dr. Valentine?” Holding my breath until my
starts to feel dizzy, Iwait for his ver
king his attention away from my tom heart.
“I think that would be best. He’s not looking at me. He’s looking at some stupid picture on his
Getting off the chair slowly so I don’t tall, I turn my back to him. It remains straight, no shoulders hunching forward. I will not look defeated in front of
this mule
“I respect you choice” Turning the handle,I let myself out, closing the door quietly behind me. I moor it to my office before the first tear slips out, the others follow clove behind.
“wish this could be different,” he says, emotionless behind me after the door clines. It’s faint, fait I can hear it.
Sitting behind my desk, focus on the things that I need to be thankful for: my family, my career, my life. I could be dead, and that would be it focus on the positive.
I manage to get through my day, keeping my door closed after my females leave. Estay closed up inside until I know he has left for the day. That’s when I energy slowly, chapping my feet,
The walk home takes double the time that it took me this morning
Walking into my room, I lay down on my bed, letting my pillowcase soak up all my sorrow.
My tears sanitize my clouding mind, cleansing my soul.
Crying is not a bad thing, as Aurora says, so when you have that need to cry cry
The floodgates to my heart are opeil, and screams of frustration are mailed by my pillow. Once nothing is left, rage starts creeping in on its hands and knees, slowly slithering inside of me
How dare he! All these years of suffering est to come back here and find something small and maybe special, and he has to run it. This is how obituaries
are made
The car ride is quick to his home, faster than I have driven in a long time
1 pound on the park house door. My fist seems like it could go clear through
hiffleti
Luna Catherine opens the door, regarding me up and down with an apple in her hand. A slysmile is on her face.
“Where is your son?” My voice shakes in fury, my madness hardly contained. I feel like a tornado twisting on an irrational path ready to tear up this
place.
Her teeth flash in warning to settledown
“He’s out back speaking with Kennedy,” She smiles a wolf’s simile, and I have to look closely to see if her tongue is forked behind the canines that flash. She takes a bite of her apple, and its crispness makes a enching sound, a small spray of juice squirting out. I feel such darkness overcoming me that, in a fleeting thought I think I can take the Luna on. A low rumble tumbles our of her chest as if she can read my mind.
She opens the door wider for me to come into their den. Not her office, she leads me into their personal space, where usually no pack members get to ga
Kimberly is curled up on the couch, sleeping like a little girl taking a nap after a busy morning. She looks so peaceful. Part of me wants to be quiet so she can get the rest that her body needs to incubate a life.
Took around at the walls. They are filled with family pictures of all of them.
A small picturesits on the coffee table of Clayton and Kennedy smiling into the camera, taces all muddy, toothless in bathing suits, playing in a puddle. A. moment captured by a mother who thought how adorable they are
The fireplace mantle is covered in memories. I have no place in this life. I can’t help but stare at everything. His life has no space for me.
She brings me to the window that looks out over the back in, I see them there by the apple tree; she’s crying in his arms, her body shaking so fiercely with sobs that he needs to hold her to his chest. His lips are on her head, his hands trying to wipe away the tears. He tries to push her slightly away from him, only for her to grab onto his shirt, pulling herself back into him. She’s telling him something, fists on his chest pausting at him.
I feel like I could break her lingers so she couldn’t touch what belongs to me. In this moment, my rage leaves with that thought. Dallas is right. He would be my lie if I can’t stop thinking that Clayton belongs to me. I wish I could stop my hands from shaking when I see them together.
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