Seventy-One

Seventy-One

Naomi

It was just funny as the best day of my life in a month turned sour within seconds.

Was this how he felt ? When I told him none of what was between us was real? Did he even feel anything? He just confessed to never loving me, and I, I don't know how to feel.

I wanted to scream, to tell him I only lied to protect him. That I had no idea I was the missing rogue princess, or that our baby was a special ome—or that I even had a baby.

I wanted to tell him how much I cried when I thought he died, and how many times I begged the moon goddess to bring him back to me. I wanted to tell him the nights that I couldn't sleep, the only thing in my head being the manner in which he was killed in front of me.

I wanted to tell him I was sorry for lying, that being away from him made him crazy, and he didn't have to tie me down, but I would willingly submit myself to him.

But did any of that matter? Has it ever mattered? I spent all those times thinking he loved me, when he just want