"Promise me something?"
I aks as my finger traces the outline of Brandon's face. Right now, I am filled with joy that I summoned the courage to ask him about how he felt and how he dealt with how separation.
Because if I didn't ask, I wouldn't have that he spent two years roaming cities and countries searching for me because he couldn't accept the news about my death.
I wouldn't have known the things he suffered silently, how hard it was for him choosing between saving my life and breaking my heart.
The emotional and mental turmoil he went through agonizing over raping me, how he decided to punish himself, blaming himself for my death and what led him into dozing on wolfsbane in attempts to retribute for his sins.
I wouldn't have gotten to see how broken our separation had left h
