When they touch me
Even before I notice the sparks on my skin, I see that Fynn has scooted to the edge of his seat, laying his hand on my arm.
He doesn’t really look like he wants to give any solace, but he does, and here I am.
My stupid mate-bond heart filling itself with joy.
Wiping my eyes with my free hand, I find the strength to carry on. “First, I thought… You know… That she was hurt, and was just in pain. So, I kind of let her insult me, thinking it would stop. But it never stopped. It got worse, and one day, like three months after the rejection, she told me that I was boring and that she would reject me too if she could. So, she stopped talking to me. I never shifted or had her participating in my lif
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