My sudden outburst startles him, but he is the master at changing his expression to completely neutral. He fixes his cold green on me and looks ready to fight if I attack him with my spells, only if he knows how scared I have become to use magic on anyone.
I don't want to admit this. The pain in my heart can't be because of the truth I have discovered right now. "Seven years, Blake." Stumbling behind, I look at him in anger, but my voice wavers when I say, "We had been together for seven years, not seven days."
Then. . .our relationship was never strong. It was always me, curious to know more about my love, wanting to help him out with the issues he had been dealing with alone, be there for him, understand him so I could help him with the people with whom he finds it problematic to deal
