Despite my best efforts, the heartwarming and eye-opening monologue I recite to Maddox hasn't brought expected results. I was secretly hoping he would see my point and give into my wish to go our separate ways as friends. And I think I even saw understanding in his eyes at least once, but even that didn't change much for me. He was still stubbornly standing by the same old song about being mates, how this place was my destiny and all that s**t.
So I left him with hanging above us both promise that things might get even messier. Then I gathered my laundry and went to busy myself with absolutely anything other than being in his presence.
I followed the characteristic scent of detergent all the way to Omegas quarters, forgetting that I was even hungry. I got a few startled stares when I w
