Let Her Go

"As a werewolf, when we mate, we need that person to love us back. If they don't, we die on our sixteenth birthday. The minute the clock hits midnight, our body shuts down, and that's it, we die," a girl explained, looking at the rock in front of her.

"Is that what happened to her?" the girl sitting next to her asked, her eyes wide. She turned to the stone in front of them.

She nodded, as she laid flowers on the grave. "Yeah, she knew who her mate was. She knew her time was limited, but she didn't do anything about it."

"Not like you did."

"I chased after my mate because I love her. She let her go because she loved her," the first girl whispered.

"That hole Normani felt without you, is her mate going to feel it?" the girl asked.

The first looked at her friend. "The minute Lauren died, the hole in her mate's heart became permanent."

The two sat there in silence.

One-Shot

Posted: March 21, 2017