I watched, numb, as hundreds of members filed away in eerie silence. It was a strange thing, the quiet. Hundreds of people, yet not a sound. Every single Starfish cast a glance my way, and I smiled back, forcing the curve of my lips to appear brave even though what I was feeling was far from bravery.
Just as I was about to speak through the pack link, Fiona’s teasing voice sliced through the tension. “Alright, maybe I do remember why I had a crush on him.”
I smirked, sarcasm rolling off my tongue. “Ha-ha, Fi. Hands off, he’s mine.”
There it was. A flicker of laughter in her voice, her usual way of lightening the moment. “Oooh, someone’s being all possessive,” she giggled.
I realized then, with sudden clarity, how true her words were. I was being possessive, no question about it. Bu
