Did I go too far?
I'm clueless. I don't know what to do. I can't afford to lose Alastor, but whatever I do, he seems to be slipping away. I want to rip all my hair out!
Is this my fate? To never be chosen, to never mate, to never love, and to never be able to keep a man? Is it the way I look? Am I ugly?
As I continue on with my rambling, someone grabbed me by my elbows. I was so taken aback, I almost grabbed the person's head and aimed to knee him in the guts. But when I realized who it was, I was glad I didn't do anything what I thought I should do.
"Delta Solomon?" I asked, sounding a bit breathless myself. He was looking down at me, as if reading my thoughts, like it was threads mixed up and was knotted in a complicated manner. And that he was slowly untying every thread one by one.
