#Chapter59
After my first gathering, at the fragile age of sixteen, I had promised myself that I could be happy without a mate. It took me nearly four years to realize that wasn't true. It's possible that I'm one of those people who just need more time than others. Gail and Theresa already know about my incident, and that is as much as they ever need to know.
I meet James downstairs and we walk side by side towards the Eastern borders where his father has been working on the rogue issue. Along the way, James talks about going on runs together, and his desire to converse about more things we can do with each other brings back hits of the lightness I felt earlier. My fear of losing this happiness is holding me back from fully embracing it, but sometime along the way I forget about my prodding thoughts and limit myself to listening to him.