Armani's Tale

Emilia’s POV

I reach out and grab Armani’s hand and give it a gentle squeeze. “Were you close to her?” I ask softly, trying to remain comforting. I think about the pain in his voice as he talks about Ramira. You don’t have that kinda pain if you were somewhat close to each other—more than just casual acquaintances.

He shrugs, not quite meeting my eyes as he responds. “You can say that.” A small smile lights up his face as he continues talking. “Ramira and I…we were more than just friends. She was my lover before she died. She was one of the kindest and sweetest souls I had ever met, and we dated in high school. Right before graduation, we decided we would give it six months and if neither of us had found our mates, then we would take the plunge and let whatever happens, happens.” His voice trails off and his eyes turn glassy as he stares off into space, his mind taking him to another world. “When she learned she was pregnant, we were both ecstatic—it seemed like nothing could ever go