Sophia
Today was my nineteenth birthday. Instead of celebrating, I locked myself away in my room, drinking straight from a bottle of wine at barely ten in the morning.
Now that I was nineteen and the mate bond snapped into place, I missed Rider even more than before. Which I honestly didn’t think was possible.
I wasn’t one to cry often, but I had been bawling my eyes out ever since the strike of midnight when I officially turned nineteen. All my emotions were heightened thanks to the mate bond, and it was as if I had no control over the tears spilling from my eyes.
I hadn’t looked in the mirror yet, but I could only imagine it must not be a pretty sight with my blood-shot eyes and puffy cheeks. Not to mention the black circles around my eyes from the lack of sleep lately.
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