His Little Fae

Midnight Discussions (I)

"Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion.

That is just being in love, which any fool can do.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Those that truly love have roots that grow towards each other underground.

And, when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from their branches, they find that they are one tree and not two."
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Livius' POV:

She was hurting.

Again.

I could so clearly feel her pain as though it were my own. As though I too experienced what she'd been through at the hands of my father.

Although this time I'm well aware that it has less to do with me, and more to do with the family she lost twelve years ago, the mere fact that she wasn't in my arms right now was enough to make my blood boil.

She was supposed to be here. With me. By my side. In the safety of my arms.

I truly was an idiot.

She was my mate. The woman meant to rule beside me for all eternity. The center of my world. The greatest gift the goddess could ever give me.

She was my moon, so how could I hurt like this?

How could I disregard her feelings?

How could I put someone else in her place?

After everything she'd said to me. After everything we've spoken of. To think that I would be the one to turn my back on her.

How could I be such a fool?

How could I go on and on talking about how much I adored her, and then do this?

What were all those words for?

What were all those gifts for? All those saccharine nicknames?

Were they mere false promises of the love I could give her? Was it all a lie?

I wasn't lying when I told her she was my world. So why wasn't I backing my words? Why was I allowing a mere friend of mine to disrespect her?

Victoria and I have come a long way, but when did our friendship begin to blind me of the beauty of my relationship with my own mate? When did it begin to stand in the way of my love for another?

If this kept going, there was no doubt that I would soon lose Alexandria.

Which is why it had to end.

It's high time I closed up this shitty chapter.

Sighing, I refocused on the woman in front of me. It was somewhere near midnight, Alexandria was off in the woods with Damien, and instead of consoling her on such a trying day I was standing across from one of my oldest friends.

Taking a casual sip of the glass of red wine in her hand, Victoria's gaze met my own, her eyes narrowing on my form as I leaned against the wall.

"Judging by that look," she began, slowly standing up and moving closer to me. "I think it's safe to assume that you're here to talk."

I glowered down at her. "What else would I be here for?"

She tugged at the edge of her winter sweater, the action enough to prove what she had in mind. "I don't know," she murmured in that sweet, seductive tone of hers.