L E I L A N I
Today, we were going to find out the gender of the baby. I was dressed up for the hospital, and I walked down the staircase, quickly noticing Fenrir at the end of the stairs.
He was typing rapidly on his phone, his hair slicked back, wearing a white collar shirt that clung to his muscular frame. He looked up, and our eyes met for a brief, fleeting moment. His gaze was a blank slate, giving nothing away. He then looked away, and went back to typing on his phone, dismissing me without a word.
I felt a familiar pang of hurt, a sharp, stinging pain that I tried to ignore. I had asked for this. I had asked for space, for distance. I had asked him to let me go. And he was giving me exactly what I wanted. So why did it feel like I was losing a piece of my soul?
I walked past h
