Better Let Go My Mate

I once loved Theodore. I bound myself to him, caring for him-brushing his hair, teaching him, even giving him my first.

When he healed, he forgot, choosing Sophia, demanding I step down or break the bond. I chose the latter, enduring the nail bed.

He later remembered, begged for forgiveness, but I'd moved on.

Saved by Lucien, a kind healer, I found peace. Theodore tried to win me back, but I'd suffered too much.

Three years later, I live happily with Lucien, running a clinic.