Mason’s P.O.V.I wanted to see her. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to listen to her complaints, face her anger and let her shout at me, anything would be better than her absence. I hardly spent a few days with her and not even to the fullest. I hardly saw her during the lunch time and other than that, only the music class was something we both shared during our college hours, in which we never spoke; just looked at each other, her blushing at my winks and me smirking at her shyness.
But since the morning screw up, I feel like there’s an empty space within me and I couldn’t do anything to fill it back. I never wanted a mate in the first place and now suddenly imagining my life without her, feels painful. I always thought that mates are a burden, because it just adds up to the number of
