109| You Don’t Love Me.

His question causes me to go into an existential crisis. I take a step back, clutching my chest tightly as I attempt to look for the right words to answer him.

I would've told him about the kids eventually. But eventually, it would've taken a long time. What is wrong with me? Why did I do this to him?

I can see as he watches me, hoping that I have a different reaction to his question than this, but what can I do? I can't lie to him anymore, so I let out a sigh, blink every single trace of tears from my eyes, and swallow a deep breath.

"I don't know." I answer him quietly, and the wind whistles around us. It's like the world knows my mate and I are at odds, so it technically pauses for us.

It's like we're frozen in time. At least that's how I feel as I watch Harry's reaction to what I just said, which is absolutely no reaction at all. I think I broke him. I look at his chest to see that he's still breathing, but I can tell that his mind and soul aren't here.

With me. They're elsewhere.