“Are you alright, Luna?” I heard the tall man coming up from behind, doing a slight turn with my head, and smiled, having not reached my eyes. Was I alright? No. I was not even close to it, standing before the gravestone with my mate’s name, my second one.
“I’m fine, Mark, so what is on your mind?” Mark stopped like he had caught himself, not catching that I wanted to be alone, standing outside in the pink dress I had found while packing Tyler’s clothes. Not that I couldn’t have Deltas do it for me, but I wanted to be the one to smell him one last time, save something for when my girls were grown up.
“Oh… it's nothing, really. Sorry to bother you...” Mark was just about to turn around and walk inside the gathering that I was supposed to host, and still here I was, staring at the gravesto
