49. Liar
Dalia's P.O.V Two days. Two days since I asked myself what I did wrong in the middle of the night as I watched my mate walk away from me, from us. Two days in which I haven't seen him or gotten a whiff of his scent because he refuses to leave his office. Two days which he's eaten, slept, and spent locked away like a prisoner. Two days since I've tasted food. Two days since my eyes last closed, or weren't shedding tears. Yet it seemed no matter how much I suffered, he longer cared. Rose was the one comforting me, not him, his sister. I glanced at my phone - five in the morning. Another sunrise spent in tears, not an hour of sleep, alone. I watched the moon get replaced by the sun, watched as the stars disappeared into the night, welcoming another sad, miserable day. In the short period
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