~ Emerald/Emmy ~
As we were waiting for Jessica and Franklin, I observed Marco’s car. It was tidy, with no accessory placed on the dashboard. I didn’t see any clothes, shoes, or bags either in the car. It seemed my mate was a neat person. But, wait a minute, my mate? My mind startled me. Was it true that I started accepting Marco as my mate?
When the first time I met Doug, I knew he was my mate. But with Marco, why did I feel so different? With Doug, I’d had no attachment to someone else before. With Marco, I still had a wound from Doug.
I sighed. Was it possible that it gripped me so I couldn’t recognize Marco when I met him? Yes, I felt something for Marco, that’s for sure, and I couldn’t deny it. But… I was afraid too. I knew how it hurt to be rejected, to be so unloved and undesir
