He had lived every day as the one before. One after the last the days blurred together. He wanted nothing more than to find something to live for. To have a suicidal mate was unbearable. Especially when she doesn't know she's your mate.
She'd been...
It was lonely at first. Eros didn't come to visit as much as he said he would and he'd never tell me why. Eventually, I accepted that I'd become too much trouble for him. It's okay though. I know he has a lot going on between work, an impending war, and caring for his grandmother.
I started to make my own friends for the first time in my life. When I tell them my past they do not judge me. They share most of my experiences. My therapist says I'm doing really great.
My therapist told me Grimm wanted to visit me with some woman. I'm assuming the woman is my mother. I might try doing some family therapy with them soon but, not yet.
I never thought I'd ever be even close to okay but, I'm getting there.
Sometimes an end is only a beginning.
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