An Alpha's Mate

Author's Note

We've all cried, right?

We've all been vulnerable.

We've all broken down.

We've all let go of that strong wall we built in order to keep us safe.

And, in during that moment, have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? I don't mean just the physical features either. No, I mean everything.

Have you ever noticed, that when you cry, it's almost as if you feel so damn empty inside. Yet, it's one the things in life that makes us human. It means we have feelings. We have a heart. No, it may not be on display for all to see and take. But it's there. It's still beating. It's still pumping blood through my body. It's still working as well as the next heart.

But when you look at yourself, what do you see?

Your eyes, right?

And a nose.

And a pair of lips.

And eyebrows.

You see all of that, but when you study your features carefully, what do you see now?

Maybe some freckles coating your nose. Maybe a little bit of acne here and there. Maybe a set of perfectly straightened teeth. Maybe the little dust of foundation.

You see all of those features that make you, you.

Now, when you look into your eyes, what do you see?

Maybe a different color ringing around pupil. Maybe hidden little glints that appear without you noticing. Maybe... nothing.

Maybe you see just eyes. You see the pupil, and the iris, and the color and the eyelashes. But nothing else. It's almost as if they're empty sockets full of nothingness; an empty oblivion that no one dares stare into for fear of being lost within the darkness.Maybe, you see a broken, scared little girl/boy from all those years ago. Maybe you see what life has truly done to you over the years.

The point I'm trying to make, is that crying doesn't make you weak. It makes you all the more human.

Also, I'm taking a small break from everything to be honest. I'll update when I update. But right now, I just need to be alone and get myself together.

Writing while seemingly a little depressed makes for terrible, tragic, horrible stories.

Please understand, and I'll write again when I get the chance.