Thirty-three
Iris Miller
I went to class, and I got away from Malaki for a little bit. I tried to clear my head but I couldn't. All I could think of was that my whole life had been stripped away because I was part of some immortal prophecy. I wanted to be happy about this. To feel like I was part of something bigger, and it was okay. I told myself that it was. Somehow, something good would come from it all. But now I wasn't so sure anymore.
I hated myself for even thinking that.
Mates were romantic. Everyone in the world wanted one. I had one, and all I could do was think about how miserable it was. And I didn't even know if I was really miserable about it or not. I think, instead what I was miserable about was that I had choices taken away from me. Yes, I found someone that made me
