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« Figures. I gave you ride or die and you gave me games. Love figures. I know I'm crying 'cause you just won't change. Love figures. I gave it all and you gave me shit. Love figures. I wish I could do exactly what you did. »

The wind blew through my hair as I opened the doors leading to our balcony.

Jasper and I decided to stay put in Paris for a tad longer. The search for my creator has been put to a halt. There were other more pressing matters to tend to.

Our marital issues.

Though we haven't gotten officially married yet. Being with someone to this extent, for this long was basically a marriage. The old whispers of promises of forever still lingered through my head. Forever is all we had. So finding my mate when I did was a blessing. But the road that led up to where we were today was harsh and cruel. The revelation he loved someone alongside our relationship hurt to no end.

My mind constantly lingered at the thought of them being together. It stained our relationship but not to the point where I couldn't forgive him. The weeks we spent apart gave me a bit more clarity on the situation. As best as I could at least.

I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact he loved her while he was with me. It's one thing to love an ex as a friend; I did that. I am that. I love Emmett like my own family because he is the last thing I have to that. But to love your ex to the point of confusion on your current relationship was not appropriate. I didn't feel selfish for moving away; despite what he may think. Frankly, we argued about it for days and nights until one of us conceded. I missed him. I missed my friend and my lover. And though we were beginning to try again, it was hard.

"Are you okay darlin'?" His southern drawl reeled me back into reality. His voice alone used to make me moist. But now it tugged at my heart in a painful way. He kept his distance from me; never closing the four foot difference. I spun from where I stood to meet eyes with his golden ones. I meekly nodded my head before I made my way back into the room. "Um... " His voice trailed off for a moment. "Would you like to... go out tonight?" His eyes averted my gaze, finding the raggedy floral printed wallpaper more interesting.

The aura above him was colored a yellowish green.

Nervous.

He was nervous.

The thought I made him feel this way was shocking. It'd been years since we had been in that awkward stage of a relationship.

I wanted to try for him.

I still love him.

Those thoughts crept into my head whenever I doubted myself. There's still a reason we were here. I grabbed the long leather coat than slung over a chair as I headed out the door with my answer.

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