Sana
There is something about Albie, from the moment that I saw him again turn the corner to him sitting in front of me, that is truly different about him, perhaps it’s that we’re definitely older. Maturer in a way that is obvious. He looks like Papa right now, when he’s pouring himself into his work with the pack and hasn’t gone back home to take a break.
I definitely look different with my short hair that I’m trying not to touch nervously in front of him. I didn’t think cutting my hair was a mistake, but I want to know what he thinks of it, what he thinks of me now. I’ve never envied the pack link more than I do now. Easily invading everyone’s thoughts as easy as their own.
“Any questions?” I pull the words from the air in an effort to fill the silence and emptiness between us. Awkw
