The Moment He Died
One day I would have to let go of Rhys.
One day I had told myself... but I never really accepted it.
It was like a bad thought.
A bad thought that wormed it's way into your brain for a few hours, at the longest a few days, but it never really stayed.
Maybe I should have thought about, maybe I should have prepared myself.
Prepared myself for a life without the love of my life. My mate. My best friend.
My Rhys.
Now,
I could only feel the pain of where his mind and body had once met mine.
The tether that had always been there, and now...
nothing.