Celeste cried silently as he drove, back turned to him and face shielded away by her hands. She hated him, she hated him so much. If so, why was it that his words still hurt her then?
Why was it that back at the hospital she couldn't stop wishing he'd come?
And why was it that when she finally saw his face, relief had washed her thoroughly?
She still loved him, didn't she?
No matter how much she tried to deny it or how much she walked around it, the truth wouldn't hold back when it slapped her like her a brick in the face. She loved him and she wouldn't stop.
She might want to, but the matebond would never truly let her. That's why she wanted to get rid of it, that's why she kept praying on a rejection, coaxing him to either reject her or accept hers.
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