How well can you handle your heartbreak?
Heidi Filomena, a one-eyed werewolf with a golden heart, never thought that there would come a day when her beloved best friend would hate her. Now, she knew that living all alone without someone to lean on w...
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When I was a little girl, Nana always preached me with the idea of mates. She always told me that my other half was like a timed bomb; he was just waiting for the right time to 'explode'. He was also the prince who would sweep me off my feet and build a castle for me and my little family. And, what I really liked was, Nana would gift him the recipe of my favourite Nana's homemade waffle so that he could make it for me every day, with some addition of love.
'You'll never live a day without him showering you with love,' she told me so.
And, thanks to her, I was a hard-core believer of true love and mates. Each night, I always prayed to Moon Goddess that I had enough love to be given to him for the rest of my life. I did not want him to live a day without me feeding him with love and affection. I was going to make a love and happiness ocean so that he could be drowned in them.
'Your mate's smile is the most beautiful thing in the world,' she told me again.
After I lost my right eye, I was starting to feel inferior about my condition. Every time I looked at my reflection, I could not help but begging to Moon Goddess that he would accept me for the way I was. I prayed that he would be my lost sight, the one who would complete my sight to see the world better.
Nana always reminded me, 'Your mate is your other half. He will complete your flaw in every way.'
The fact that I had not shifted at all then banged on my door of belief harshly. The idea of unable to sense my mate freaked me out. I meant, my other half could be in front of me in my chemistry class or just a breath away from me but I was totally clueless about it.
'You don't sense your mate. You feel him with your heart,' Nana cheered me while patting my chest with her wrinkled hand.
And now, when my nightmare came true, what would you say, Nana?
"Oh, Honey! I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!" Bertha cried her eyes out while embracing me in her tight hug. I could feel her petite body shuddered every time she choked a sob.
After the incident in Killian's bedroom, Killian stormed out the room angrily. I was bawling my eye out after my little confession that I loved him, and that was when Bertha came into the room, crouching down beside me and engulfing me in her arms. She had been searching for me and accidentally heard our 'unhappy' conversation. She helped me go home without saying anything, leaving the party that I had been working on so hard for two weeks.
Leaving Killian behind, enjoying himself in his party.
I smiled and patted her back softly. "Bertha, it's not your fault. I'm okay." I exhaled softly, covering the pain in my heart. "I should let him go, Bertha. He deserves nothing but the best. And I can't give him that."
Bertha pulled her body from our warm hugging session, caressing my tear-stained cheeks. "Honey, you have endured too much. You should let yourself happy for once, Honey. Let me tell this to Alpha Mason. I'm sure he can help you."
