Done - (Storm's Point of View)

Fifteen times. That is how many times Makai has rejected me in the past two weeks. I counted each time he moved away when I tried to hug him, each time he turned away from my lips trying to kiss him or flinched away from my hand touching his arm.

He won't touch any part of me or let me touch him. He avoids being alone with me as much as he can. If he is not slaving away in his studio, he is at the orphanage teaching the kids self-defense. Other kids have joined so he now has ten students. He rarely uses the studio in our apartment. He's gone back to using the one in the woods. He leaves very early in the morning and comes home long after I've cried myself to sleep.

He doesn't come to our room to share our bed anymore either; he has turned his home studio into his sleeping quarters. Kai makes me breakfast before leaving and leaves messages asking me how I'm doing as if he doesn't know he is breaking my heart. When I manage to pin him down he's always too busy for me.