42. THE SECOND REJECTION

General Alaric Macintyre had dreamt of this moment for days. He had pictured every possible scenario that could have ensued after his confession, but nothing had prepared him for the shocked way she had stared at him, nor how she had suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.

He had not thought she’d stand up, still in shock, pacing to and fro like that, pulling at her beautiful curls as she muttered the word ‘no’ over and over again.

And he had most certainly never thought, that instead of love... o-or at least joy, he'd instead see digust in her beautiful eyes.

Was the thought of being with him that bad for her to imagine?

“Artemis, what is going on? You’re freaking me out.” He said, standing up,

Kendra’s heart was hurting… so bad.

It never ended with her, did it?

How poetically ironic. That the very thing she had been running from, the very thing that had practically let her selfishly leave her best friend to his doom had followed her here in another form?

Was this the great d