𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒

Mindlessly, my hand reached up from beside me, my fingertips begging for just a touch. My hands craved to feel the body made perfectly for mine, to feel every curve and every dip, to feel every scar that illustrated the path he took to get to me. My heart ached to touch his, even if it was just to share the bitter taste of goodbye. I needed to graze the surface of his world, even if just a second. But just as my hands were about ready to run themselves through his fur, I suddenly realized what I was doing.

A soul connection is bonded with the five senses we have. I had already dragged us too deep within the tempting seduction of our destined to be undestined fate.

I couldn't take us even a step closer to fulfilling the connection. Not if it meant I was leading my mate to his demise.

So, I did what was best for both of us.

I ran.