Victoria
When Philip asked me to talk to him, I imagined that he was about to reject me. It made a wave of pain dance around my stomach as my chest vibrated in agony. But it would be better having him doing it now than later.
It was kind of stupid letting him make the choice for me, but it brought me some kind of relief. I hated having three, or even four, options, that I didn’t want to choose from, that I didn’t want to come true.
Once he would be done with rejecting me, I would be set free. I would have a piercing heartache that would avoid all my future heartache. It would be better like this. I just didn’t understand why the Fates would play such a cruel game with me, and with him too. I imagined he wanted someone else as a mate, taking how important having mates seemed to be
