I didn't tell him I love him.

I should have.

There are so many things I should have said, but there would've never been enough time for me to say them. There are so many things I wanted to do with him, and half of those things are the repetition of others. He said an hour, but nothing feels real, not since he agreed to the rite. My head is scrambled, but I can focus on one thing: the bond.

The roar of the wind at the edge of the cliff blows against my bareness and sways my hair from my back. I hold my legs to my chest and...