The candle on our anniversary cake fluttered and went out just like the last three years where I cooked him a lavish meal and waited the entire night only to wake up and chew the cold food alone.
"Lianna, I don’t think the childish fireworks festival you visit every time is too crucial right? "he added, already slipping on his coat. "There is some emergency regarding the southern trade deal so I need to leave immediately. You-"
"Alright." I agreed quietly.
It was at that moment, Zyan froze, he tried. "You don’t mind? "
"No"I said quietly.
Zyan studied my face, his eyes narrowing slightly like he was searching for the familiar cracks… the plea, the tremble, the question he was used to silencing.
"You understand…this is for the pack, right?" he added slowly.
"Don’t overthink. I will be back soon."
He brushed past me so fast the air stung my cheek. The table hit my side, sharp pain bursting through my abdomen and yet he didn’t stop, the silent gasp leaving my lips as I doubled over in searing pain.
I used to think he ignored me because he was busy.
Now I know.
He simply didn’t think of me at all.