If He Had Been With Me Analysis Novels & Stories

一 On second thought, now I will. I smiled at his comment, I had no idea he wasn't going to, and probably the reason he had just changed his mind was me and in a way that cheered me up as I wouldn't be alone 一 I would have the my friends there, but it wasn't the same thing as being with him, it was like it was more fun. I didn't know what was happening to me, but this didn't sit well with me, I didn't want to get hurt again.

“As you said, there is no reason to poke the bear and when we finish with our analysis and reach a conclusion, it will be communicated with you and brought forth t the next meeting.” I gave him a look and he mind linked me, telling me to focus on something pother than them. Well, it is fucking impossible to when they are right beside me. But I gave a curt nod, not ready for his bitching right now. He visibly relaxed when I said that.

He must have seen through the act. “You don't have to if you don't want to, we could go back home and you could call in sick from the severed mate bond” I probably should tell him the truth about the bond. “I really don't wanna.” I reply hating how weak my voice sounded. I took a glance upwards and met him staring at me, his eyes filled with understanding, why was he so nice to me? If I still didn't have vivid memories of that day down the staircase, I might have concluded he was the best man I've ever known.

We needed to stick together just so that we can make sure everything works out well. When we are together, I know for a fact that everything will be better. “Ray…” a grunt escaped his throat. A clear distinction that he had no choice in this, but he would go along with what I wanted. Reclining against the bed head, his eyes never left my face, or rather he was so deep in thought that maybe I was just a figment of his imagination. Perhaps I was solely here with him, whereas he wasn't here anymore. My hands moved on his. To let him know that everything would be okay. I was the one who was supposed to be paranoid, supposed to be pissed, but rather I wasn't. I was still listening to him do his t

I said. His eyes met mine immediately. “No.” “You didn’t go back?” I asked. “I told you,” he replied, his voice steady. “I only went with you.” Something in his tone made it hard to push further. Not because I believed him completely but because I couldn’t prove otherwise. And right now, I didn’t have the luxury of guessing wrong. Silence settled between us again, heavy and comfortably. I hated this—the uncertainty. The way everything felt like it was slipping just out of reach. I exhaled slowly and stepped back, breaking the tension myself this time.

I was going to feed into my delusion and assume that he was worried about me so he couldn’t leave me to be beat up. I exhaled sharply, leaning forward. “Look, the best way to figure this out is if we stick together.” He arched a brow. “And why exactly would I do that?” I shrugged. “Because if they were after me, then you just got pulled into it. And if they were after you…” I gave him a pointed look. “Then I just got pulled into it. We honestly don’t know who they were after. And I know you think I was the one they were after but you might be wrong.”

She had only been babbling. Again, I had come too far to let go of him. We were locked to each other, and that would ever be it. ***

No bond to carry it across the space between us. But I didn't need it. I could see it in his face. It's starting. I held his gaze and lifted my chin. Whatever was coming , he wouldn't face it alone and neither would I.

"And I wish she was still alive." My breath caught slightly as I drew in a steadying inhale. "I used to think I had more time with her." Silence followed. He didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he just looked at me. Studied me. Like he was trying to understand something I hadn't said out loud. "You’re still coming with me," he said at last. And just like that, the moment closed. He turned away from me, already moving toward the door. I exhaled under my breath, rolling my eyes faintly despite myself.

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