Time
“I’m sorry, but this was all I could do. I hope you forgive me. I’m sure there are ways I can make it up to you.”
“I know you’re pretending to be someone else because I’m your mate,” I mutter. “I know deep within you, you’re someone else, who you know if I saw, I would be scared of. You know I would never even try love you.”
He doesn’t answer right away. When I glance back over my shoulder, he is finally dressed. He wears black pants and a forest green tunic. Perhaps I would have found it comical a moment ago.
“We are here, a million years from where you came from. Almost two million. Right now, at this time, I’m a little boy, just created by the Moon, but not yet aware of his powers,” Time
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