I walk towards the spring of the goddess. My pace wasn't hurried, as I'm aware of the fact I will undoubtedly see my mate.
It's this feeling you have when going for confession. Undoubtedly, you are aware of the fact the priest is already there, waiting for your presence.
As I walked, I keep on thinking back to the words my father spoke.
What he said is true. If I want to have a relationship with my mate, it's no doubt I need to cut off ties with my past.
Tab is my past, while Dess is my future. In choosing, it will always be Dess. Never did I have feelings for Tab.
That might be a mistake.
I've always told him.
Then I see no future with him, neither did I see any now. It has never been the two of us. The goddess has never been supporting the union.
I hasten my steps when I reach
