"I thought you'd get the picture by now. I thought I tol-" he started but I cut him off.

 

"Owen, listen to me, Please," I begged him. He lent back in his chair.

 

"I'm listening."

 

"I want to know. I want to know why you don't want me. I want to know why I'm not good enough for you. Why Owen? What have I done wrong? Whatever I did, I can make it better. Just please tell m-" Owen cut me off. I hated how desperate I sounded but I needed answers.

 

"You didn't do anything wrong," He said.

 

"Then?" I asked

 

"I simply don't want you as my mate."...