I stepped towards him, the Mate that was to be mine for all eternity. But before I could leap into his arms, he put his hands up, as if to tell me not to do what was an instinct. I held myself back, it confused me that he wasn't standing in front of me with open arms, and he was closed off. Before I could truly grasp...
“I don’t have any feelings,” he muttered. “Yes you do,” I said. “You’re not a puppet anymore which means you’re supposed to feel. You’re supposed to love, hate, and other non-explainable things.” “Love huh?” he snickered. “What does it mean again?”