Slowly, i walk into my bedroom where my beautiful mate walks naked around. But I’m not in the mood right now.
“Hey,” he smiles at me, walking towards me but he stops when he realizes. “are you alright?”
“I think Noah is going to leave.” I whisper.
I know he’ll be alive and gone, but the fact that he’s gone is giving me anxiety. Here, i know that he can be sane and okay but far away i don’t know. I don’t know if i can live without knowing.
Losing him again would break me in half. He is my best friend. Watching him die broke me, but at least i knew my mate is safe. My mate is safe, my best friend is back, and now i might lose him all over again.
“Well at least you’ll know he’ll be alive right?”
I frown. “That’s—that’s different. Of course I’ll know he’s alive. But he’ll be alive an
