Bed

What was that?

I wanted to write it off as a dream or a nightmare but I knew better by now. My dreams, my visions of the past, and apparently the ability to speak to the dead are too spot-on to be a dream. No, it was the truth and it was about time I stopped running from it. Shane was my mate, Shane is my mate, and despite the bond pushed on me with Ethan he always was. Questions of what-if scenarios and possibilities that can no longer happen flit through my mind and I want to laugh, but I can’t even smile. My gaze is locked on him and I can’t even find the will to scream or cry. My chest felt cold and hollow as if a piece were missing. I felt the need to claw the space that held my heart but I didn’t move. I felt weak, so weak. I wanted to die and end the pain I was feeling but did I deserve that reprieve? Did I deserve to end it?