Greyson wouldn't say anymore, lips pursed firmly, face stoic and cold.
My shoulder ached more than ever tonight, the veins darker than ever. Maybe it was time, or at least close to it.
I lay away in bed for what felt like hours, staring up at the sterile white ceiling, greying in the darkness.
Minutes bled into hours bled into days bled into weeks. I had been laying there for years.
I sighed, sitting up. Reality was I wouldn't be sleeping tonight. I sat on the edge of the bed holding my head in my hands.
Questions flittered through my mind like thousand birds in a cage, begging for the answers that would release them and set them free.
I wondered where my mate was, what they were doing right now. What they looked like?
Did they even know I existed?Did they even care?
I knew I was
