•Hayden•
“It’s been almost a month since I’ve seen you. Miley, what’s wrong?” I asked with an unbearably desperate tone.
“Nothing’s wrong, brother,” Miley came over to sit beside me, taking one of my shaking gloved hands in hers.
“You left me. I’ve been alone all this while…” Miley began to pull off the glove on my right hand and the shaking seemed to reduce drastically.
“You should learn to be alone. I’ve always told you this. One day, we’ll both find our mates and have to be independent. I’ve found mine and he loves me. And you… Dahlia is a good girl.” Miley looked at me and her hazel eyes seemed to sparkle.
She placed the glove on the space next to her and attempted to do the same to my other hand.
After processing her last sentence, I set off in annoyance, retracting my hand fro
