Two Fated Mates
“I’m sorry, Isaiah, I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No,” He shrugged and took a deep breath. “It was a long time ago, it’s… easier to talk about now.” Silence moved its way in between us and biting my lip, I looked anywhere but the guy in front of me. Who knew he carried such heaviness at such a young age.
“Isaiah?” A girl's voice broke the silence between us. A small framed girl, maybe around thirteen, came bouncing in; she too had bright green eyes and brown hair like Isaiah. “Who is this?”