Thought
He tilts his head, visibly confused.
“When I went back to reread what I had wrote, I realised I had written the two main characters as mates. And they were us. That’s how I found out we were mates for sure,” I tell him. He narrows his eyes, finally seeing sense in what I’m saying. “Why would I have forgotten about something so important, had I not...had my mind not been going through something.”
“Maybe,” Thought murmurs, although he doesn’t look convinced. I lay my hand over my eyes, wishing I could shake him or something. Anything to get him to see that maybe the curse is already affecting me.
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