She knew.
She knew it all along. But she had never uttered a single word.
Ever since that day of snuggling in bed, nothing felt the same anymore. The sunsets could not compare to those ten years ago. The familiar swaying of trees in the wind were else in the world seemed…distant.
I was attached to him. One year I had waited for the time to come. One long year without love. Unspeakable. Unimaginable.
He was my life. We were deeply connected by soul. I had kept this a secret for three months now.
Yet, she knew.
She knew how I had persuaded him to bond with me. She knew how I chose her over my fate, my destiny.
She knew how I had endangered the Kingdom.
One morning, she asked me out. She told me that she had always known about our little secret. She told me that I was in danger.
She told me there was one last chance to change my mind.
I turned her down. One whole year I had known him. I couldn't leave him. I was his. He was mine.
The times we had been through, happy, sad, emotional, romantic, I couldn't keep those off my mind, no matter how hard I tried. They were part of me, like I was part of them.
I closed my eyes as tears spilled down my face. I knew that this may be the last time I was going to see her.
A strong scent of vanilla filled the air as familiar arms grasped me tight, pulling me in a strong embrace. But I couldn't stop crying.
As she floated up into the clear blue sky above, I heard a soft voice carried through the wind.
"Goodbye, Bethany."