I slowly opened my eyes to find myself in a dimly lit room, the sound of hospital monitors softly humming around me. I slowly looked to the right to find Blaze crouched over asleep, his head resting on the side of my bed. His hair was a mess, and he needed to shave. I smiled to myself as I watched him sleeping. I still am amazed at the fact that he is my mate. It all makes sense now. The reason why we were so close when we were smaller and why…as he got older, we grew distant. It explains why he seemed to always be around, watching me from a distance. He’s perfect, and I don’t feel that I am good enough for him.
He doesn’t deserve all the drama that comes with being my mate. I wonder if he has ever regretted being my mate…if he ever wished it was someone besides me. The short conversation
