Mac didn't want me. It was obvious from the first moment we felt the bond between us, I knew it from the first time he stared into my eyes without any emotion. There was no room for me in his heart. When I was much younger, I would sit in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection as my mother combed my hair, softly narrating her love story, how she met my father, her mate, all over again as I smiled at her reflection in the mirror, this was our routine, and she had told me the story of how she met my father a million times, yet every time it felt just as special to me, just as brand new as she brushed my hair and whispered the tale all over again with tears filling my eyes as she smiled down at me. It was apparent who her love belonged to, but I knew it also belonged to me, even though not as intently as it did to my father. I was lucky to live their love, and even though she eventually faded into nothing but a memory, I lived my life waiting for that one-moment love to find me
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