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I am so sorry, this is really short and I don't know when I'll be posting the next part. I'm having trouble writing, even though I know exactly what I want to do :(
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Angie was lying on the black couch in Carlisle's office. Alone.
She felt sick. Like a hangover.
Her head hurt. She was confused. But she didn't know what questions to ask.
When she opened her eyes, she already knew she was the only one in the room. It was quiet.
The day before, she accepted the fact that she was a vampire's mate. Carlisle's mate. And everything she told him was the truth, but it didn't make it less scary.
She was told they couldn't live together, and she didn't even try. It felt good to give in, to let it go. She wasn't fighting it anymore. She was his and denying it only hurt her. It hurt both of them.
Angie had mixed feelings. She was afraid, angry, confused, and still a little bit in disbelief. Of course, she knew it was true, that they were "meant to be", which is what she was angry about. She wasn't asked. She didn't ask to be a telepath and she didn't ask to be a vampire's mate. It was a responsibility she wasn't ready for. Carlisle was a responsibility she wasn't ready for.
He was broken. He needed fixing. He had to understand he wasn't a monster, but how could Angie do that? How could she fix him, after all these years?
No. She really wasn't ready for this.
Slowly, Angie sat up. She ran a hand through her hair and sighed.
She knew what she had to do. She wasn't going to let him down. Now, it had meaning. She could use her abilities and not suffer them. She knew now, her life had meaning. It was all about him. She was going to take care of him.
And he was going to take care of her.