Taylor
When Tatum came crawling back into the room somewhere near dawn, I’d been wary of where he had gone. I had awoken to an empty space in the bed next to me, and no word as to where had disappeared. Though, when he had come back and told me that I was to head off to the Fae realm in the morning, my heart sank.
There were no words in regards to him coming with me or anything. Not even a single word that explained his emotions for me. Instead, I was greeted by the same man I had been greeted by before and that was a triggering event. A sense of rejection weighed heavily on me as I remained quiet, curled up next to him wishing that morning would never come.
As he slept, I laid there. Staring at the ceiling thinking over what was going to happen to me next. Thinking about what I was going to do, and how I was going to make things work.
How was I supposed to help people when I couldn’t even figure myself out?