Aro
Packing up his things shouldn't have taken so long. He didn't own that much to begin with.
Every few seconds he was stopped, the breath stolen from his lungs, as he thought of her. They'd never spent much time in his room but for some reason, everything he owned made him think of Anala.
He stopped beside his closet, hand resting on the wall, and leaned his forehead against the cool stone.
There was nothing he wanted more than to march back into her room and beg her to take him back. Apologise for being so stupid. Ask for forgiveness.
He moved his head back from the wall a bit and then bore it down again -- not hard, but enough to wake him up.
No. They both knew it was time. They'd been drifting apart since Midspring. And while there was nothing that said they couldn't stay togeth
