I knew he was following me. That he would catch up to me soon. I knew it in my very bones, as if he had somehow become ingrained within me. As if he was now a part of me.
Then again, I knew he was. Knew it from the moment our eyes had met after I had changed for the first time. The bond that raced between us in that moment had been heady and overwhelming. And, it had been everything. I was still angry at him, it couldn’t erase that. It couldn’t tear from my mind every reason I had snapped at him that day. But, it was enough for me to know I would forgive him. There wasn’t much he could do, at this point, that would cause me not to.
Eventually, I stopped running, and turned to where I knew he was coming, and when he stepped into the small clearing, his steps slowed, until he finally stopp
