Kole
It’s like she’s a piece of me. Cut from my own soul. Like the invisible pull between us is just a loose thread of my soul that has somehow become intertwined with hers.
It’s deeper than just a physical attraction. I see her.
Not just her stubbornness. Or her fiery temper.
Or even the broken parts of her. I see the way she lights up when she looks at the moon.
The way she hugs her pillow when her thoughts seem to run away.
The way she appreciates simple human experiences because she never got them growing up.
I see the way she laughs more when Sienna is around and the way she moans after the first bite of every meal.
I see the way books bring her comfort. The way she digs her fingernails into her palms to slow her heart rate.
The way she chews on the inside of her cheek when we play chess.
I see the way her smile falls even when she’s happy, like she doesn’t think she deserves it.
I see the conflict in her eyes when Thane does something decent.
And I see the way she looks to me when she needs to feel safe.
I know that Thane marked her, and I’ve considered the possibility that the reason their bond is so strong is because it’s more than just the bond of the bite, but every moment I spend with her, it feels like I’m getting back a part of me that has been lost. The heavens above have enjoyed toying with me, but would they really be so cruel as to fate me to the girl my brother marked?
I’d like to think no, but that would mean she’s not my fated, and I don’t know which of those options is worse.