42 | day thirteen

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He's supposed to be returning tomorrow. I haven't heard a word from him in days.

I thought a lot about where he could be. Dead, laying somewhere in the middle of dark woods, in the Alps, Carpathian Mountains...he could be anywhere.

But I know he's alive. I know it, because I wouldn't feel the soulmate bond between us anymore. I can't imagine how painful it must be to lose that. I don't even want to.

Trying to talk to him is pointless, so I don't. I just wait.

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