Chloe’s Point of View
I slowly walk next to Zayde, my boots crunching softly against the dry undergrowth. We don’t say much at first, but after a few more minutes of silence, I can't take it anymore. I finally glance up at him.
He look calm as he stares ahead of us, but I know better than to take that at face value.
“Does it still hurt?”
I suddenly ask, my voice soft.
He frowns slightly, but he doesn’t look at me as we continue to walk.
“Are you talking about the broken bond?”
He asks, but I don’t answer him, I just nod my head.
He shakes his head slowly, glancing down at me.
“No... not really.”
He pauses.
“But my heart still hurts because of the rejection.”
He says softly before looking ahead again.
I swallow thickly, guilt clawing at my throat.
“I’m sorry.”
I whisper
