Eighteen

...I know how...like this room... 

....You know...means...

...officially husband and wife...raise them now or forever...

...allow...any changes...room...painting the walls pink then forget about it. 

My room, my rules. 

Clarisse heard what he was saying and wondered why he spoke that way. Why were his sentences broken? She tried looking around her again. There was only darkness. Where was she? How had she gotten there? She replayed her memories. The last thing she remembered was taking a walk. What had happened after that? How did she end up in that dark place? 

"Our mate smells so nice" someone said. She scooted back even though she had no idea where she was moving to. 

"Who is that? Show yourself" 

"Mmm I could stare at him all year long and it still won't be enough"