What Alex doesn’t know, is that I made him—well, a card, yes—but also a birthday cupcake. Not a full cake, because I don’t know how he would react after his display this morning. But something sweet to show him that I care for him, no matter what.
Because it’s true. I can’t just stop loving Alex because I know he’s mated to someone else, anymore than I could stop when I found out he isn’t exactly human.
We walk, hands clasped, in silence toward the stream. We both know what’s going on, and what each one of us will have to give up. Even if we haven’t spoken about it.
When we enter the clearing, Alex smells his treat before he sees the blanket and the unlit candles.
The sky still hasn’t cleared, and the stars and moon are hidden beyond dark clouds that have been threatening rain sin
