There were days when the ancestors would try to get through, to calm my worried mind, but their words met a brick wall, so to say. I had put up so many barriers, because I didn't want to hear their words, or them trying to say they'd find another for me, because lets face it, my heart had already been made up long ago--Meeting him had been one of the greatest days of my life, and nothing would surpass that. No one would be able to take his place, and as long as I had a choice, it would stay that way.

Trying to keep my features as an impassive look, that was harder than I had ever expected. I had already forgiven him so long ago, why I was being so evasive was a mystery, maybe because I wasn't ready to admit aloud that I'd forgiven him? I don't know what it was, but trying to keep myself from curling myself around his strong chest was something that was so hard to resist, it was eating me alive.

When I looked at him, that skip in my heart made me dizzy with emotion. I don't know what he felt for me, but what I felt for him was so overwhelming at times I wasn't sure how to categorize it or explain it. Maybe I'd never be able too, but at this point, I didn't care try to explain it.

At my words, the way his head dipped made me move. I stood from my prone position, bringing myself closer to him without realizing. "No matter how mad I may be because of you leaving, I would never, in a million years, wish you harm, because that would hurt me more than anything." I shook my head, my eyes dropping to the space between us.

I draw in a deep breath at his next words about needing to handle something, I steadied myself as I closed the distance. "I respect your honor for needing to handle what you did, I just wish I had known where you'd gone, so I didn't sit and worry that you had left because of me." I forced myself to say the words, to vocalize the worries I had kept hidden all this time. I had, in fact, worried that he'd left because he didn't want to be near me.