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When your heart breaks, many people say it feels like someone is ripping the still beating life force out of your chest. That's just humans though.

When your heart is broken by a creature that is incomprehensible to the normal person, it is like your darkest fears and insecurities form a deep, black, life-sucking void within the bloody and torn hole they had left in your chest.

I had a theory for this. When a human is rejected, they can at least claim the other was not worthy of them, due to their equal status. However, when it is a divine creature who you are well aware is at a higher state than you may ever be, the blow to your own insecurities is innumerable worse.

You may spend the entire relationship convincing yourself you are good enough for this inconceivable match, yet when the relationship is over, you cannot help but blame yourself. After all, how can it be this perfect figures fault? It had to have been your fault. You're the one who wasn't good enough for them.

And now you can see the dilemma I faced with Bracken. The unicorn had almost carelessly blown off what had been left of your relationship when he had returned.

As it turns out, meeting him in the stables when he returned was the most luck I had had throughout the whole situation. At least this way, he could no longer lead me on and lie to me.

The sound of the growing screaming match between Gavin, Seth, and Braken drew me from my thoughts a back to the task at hand. Right, focus.

Now, running from the barn, as I currently was, while crying was probably not my smartest decision. The tears blurred my vision, and it was almost a given that I would fall.

Scrambling up from the ground, I wiped the dampness from my cheeks with the palms of my hands. Taking a deep breath, I set my resolve. He was here, I'd get over it and move on to bigger and better things. If that didn't work, I could always just make myself busy.

Tying my long white hair back into a long cascading ponytail, I jogged the rest of the distance to the house. Ok Kendra, focus. You're alright, just act like you never saw him. Cover up that gaping wound in your chest. Let the fake mask you've been wearing for months slip back into place.

Hurrying into the kitchen, I began throwing myself into helping my grandmother make breakfast. She gave me a curious look, but by the glint in her eyes, I knew she understood.

"How was your sleep dear?" She asked just as though I had walked down the stairs a moment ago. I was willing to play along with the facade however, when my grandfather entered the kitchen.

"It was fine. A couple nightmares, per usual. Morning Grandpa. You might want to check on the boys. A screaming match was beginning last I heard." He rolled his eyes and sent a silent prayer, before walking out the glass door. My grandmother laughed.

"He has no idea, but he was exactly the same way as a kid. Maybe even worse. I could tell you stories that would make even Seth's hair curl!" I chuckled faintly, reaching over to turn down the stove. Before I could pull back, she grabbed my arm.

"You sure you're alright dear?" She asked, concern splashed across her face. I nodded slightly, mindlessly rubbing the spot over my heart.

"Yeah, I'll be ok." The throbbing ache of emptiness within my chest increased, as if to disagree. The worst part was I couldn't heal myself from the pain. The only person who could is the last person I would talk to.

Afterall, a person's heart can be locked away, but someone else will always hold the key.