Deimos's words to Cronus last night surprised me but they also hurt me. A mate would feel utmost happiness when she hears those words from her mate's lips and I should too as the Deimos who possesses walls around his heart claimed me as his to Cronus. But every time he nurtures my hope, he crushes it and kills it and I was scared to feel happy. I didn't talk to him after the ball I ran to the comfort of my room before he could catch me, before he could hold me in those arms that provide false warmth.
I haven't seen him from daylight today, I don't want to see him. I don't want to hear his fake excuses that possess neither meaning no truth to them. He chose her right in front of me, even when he could see the desperation brimming within my eyes. And so, I wish to choose something or ev
