Celeste’s POV, a few days after Eldar’s rejection:
I’m not sure how I came home after Eldar’s rejection. I knew a rejection could come at any time. The acceptance has to be mutual after all, but that it would hurt so much was more than I expected. When acceptance is enough for us to dampen the need to mark each other, then why doesn’t the rejection just sever the bond between us without this pain?
‘I reject such a bond exists,’ plays over and over in my mind, and I feel my heart has been ripped out and replaced with a slowly leaking container of acid. My being will have melted away to nothing when the container is empty. Only charred remains will be left of me.
I wept the whole night in Bjørnars arms, who from time to time hit the pillows so hard that feathers flew around us. I was deva
