Fated Or Doomed

Wrong Night Out

Liv

      Days after days, and my home has been this couch and Connie's bed. Trying to achieve my mission. Trying to accept just one thing I can overcome and take back to my wolf. Just one thing to make my worth valid.    

      The acceptation was harder than anything.      

      All I want more than my existent was to go home to them and stay in their arms forever. I hate that I have lost that feeling. I disconnect our bond for the sake of us both. Mainly for them. I hate all of this. In my fault of act I hate how weak I am because of them.    

      They are my fallen.    

      "Hey? Want to come on a run?"   

      I looked up from my brace of mind. Seeing Connie all dress in workout shorts and a small tube top. I rise a high brow at her. "You don't run Connie."    

      "I do if you want to. You got to get out. Come on." She twirl her hips.    

      "Why? So I can run into Travis and all the emotions and shit to explode when we fight. No thanks. I'm good in here."    

      Connie's motive was obvious. And she was right in every way. A run may do some good. But I had a few things line up. And I have this ache that if I leave something will happen.

      I'm not ready to face anything.     

      So I stay indoors. Continuing my flaws until one day I can call Travis and say we can have the life we always wanted without any worries that we may fear. That we will be okay. We can be loved. With one another.    

      His Little Witch.

      My Sweet Wolf.      

      3 Days Later

      I didn't know what to do anymore. My clear omission is seen doubtful. I have nothing in return for my wolf. And over time I am defeated with the fact that if I return they'll want nothing to do with me. Finally realizing my collapse state of being a Luna. Fated mates or not them knowing they're better off. And I'll be fully broken.   

      I had one email from a witch in a deep fae realm. He send ambitions and prayers to me. He shares a story that I can't help but smile to. He says he knew a witch that mated with a human. They kept their love secret. For the fear of what some may say. Soon no one cared. What got me more was the human had a child. It wasn't the witch's son. But the connect they had and the family they grew until both human died hit something in me. The witch still lived a lovely life with her mate regardless of anything. And in the end the witch explains that now the witch. His mate now. Name their first son after her stepson in honor. It was a beautiful take away.    

      With that I thought I take today in joy. Today just felt different. May be the email but the air was feathering around. I even held my phone on the edge of hear my Sweet Wolves voice. But I worry things will fall if I do. So I don't and stay in the first good mood I had since arrive.      

      I will hope maybe this is a sign that good is still there. No it doesn't mean anything about my relationship. But maybe it will give a push to the universe for us. That even if I can't birth a pup. I can still have my wolf until my dying days. I hold this hope.

      I got up and begin cleaning the apartment. I clean the bedding. Vacuum, sweep, dust..etc. The place was spotless. When I looked around. My smile was still there. I can feel it. And I wonder if something like this had happen to my wolf. Did they break out their sad anger to me and begin smiling? Even if it was one time. Just once. Did they come to terms with their answer of us? Did they give up? Or do they still wait?