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¬Luella

I stare past the flood of water that streams down the windshield, the scenery beyond a mix of greens and greys bleeding together.

Thought and I just got into a car, and have been driving ever since. Getting away from his estate, from the life I have been living for all this time is a relief, almost like I'm escaping it without ever having to come back. Even though we aren't far, it already feels like I'm normal again, like I'm mated to a normal man, and not some powerful immortal.

"I can't believe we are driving," I comment, hiking my legs up on my seat. Thought offered to drive when I expected he would be using his powers to transport us somewhere. He was adamant, too, that he wanted to take a car and drive me away.

"You wanted to be normal, didn't you?" Thought says with a quirked brow.

"I suppose so."

"I thought we could stop at your old home before we escape this territory," he comments. I sit up a little more from where I was slumped. I haven't been home in what feels like forever, although that could be the cause of the extreme amount over overwhelming events that have been going on recently. I haven't had time to think about what my life once was.

Resting my head to the side, I look at Thought, the silvery fog that follows us on our drive similar to the colour of his enchanting eyes. "That life seems so far away."

"I hope you like your life now...I mean, where it's going, not where it is now," Thought says quickly, stumbling over his words. I haven't truly thought much into my future, as it seems so daunting and uncertain, that it would make me quite sad if I did.

"If immortals don't murder me first, then sure," I say, instead of truly voicing my concerns. These next few days will be telling of what Thought and I's future could actually look like. For all we know, we may not get along like true mates. We haven't even...gone far enough to imagine what the full extent of a relationship with him could be like.

Just thinking that has my cheeks flushing.

"All I want is for you to want me as much as I want you," Thought murmurs, his tone so soft it nearly gets lost in the sound of the car buzzing along the road.

I bite the edge of my lip. "I do want you."

"But I don't think that desire compares to mine at all. I mean, I look at you and I feel like I'm going crazy. I've been trying to give you space with everything that is going on, but I want you to know how I feel about you. It's inescapable," Thought suddenly vents.

I blink. Once, twice.

I can see the honesty in his eyes, the truth to his tone. He feels about me how any mate should, and I'm currently lagging behind. Perhaps I haven't allowed myself to truly admire him for who he is, and what he should mean to me. I haven't stopped to realise I'm mated to an immortal, who is undeniably attractive, and would be found sexy and desirable by anyone he comes across. I don't disagree, I simply has refused to let myself be lured into that.

"Sometimes I forget that you're my mate," I admit, admiring the soft tapping sound of the rain on the roof. "And all the things mates are meant to do together."

I can tell he knows what I am alluding to with the glimmer in his eyes.

"We can do whatever you please, whenever," he says warmly. "There's no rush."

"I feel like I need to know your deepest thoughts before I can do that," I comment. Before I can crawl into bed with him, I need to know him better. The desire between us has always been there, from the moment we met. Even sitting here, my mind strays sinfully to all those months ago, where I had that dream about him when I was in his house. Since then I haven't been able to get it out of my head.

Thought grins at me, almost as if he knows what I'm thinking, as if he knows what was happening inside my head that day. "Well, you can look into my head anytime you like."

"And you can look into mine, except we have an agreement that we can't do that," I remind him, narrowing my eyes playfully. For all I know, Thought could have ignored my wish and has been rifling through my head since.

He winks. "We've arrived."

Looking up and out the window, I realise that we have, in fact arrived at my old home, which now seems so familiar, yet so different than I remember. Not far from here is the sea, where I would visit often. And of course, the rainy skies that never seemed to have left since the moment I started getting my hallucinations. I hadn't even realised we had come into Fate's Territory.

"It looks the same," I say slowly, as if I expected something to have changed as much as my life has since.

"It's still yours," Thought says with a shrug, his expression turning solemn for a moment. "Although in saying that, I hope you never want to return."

"So I live with you now?" I ask as we clamber out of the car, trying our best to shield ourselves against the onslaught of rain. I can't help but giggle as Thought joins me on the patio, dark curls already plastered against his forehead as droplets of rain run down his face. He has a smile too, which has my breath catching in my throat. Sometimes I forget how beautiful he is.

"If that's what you want, absolutely. Because that's what I want," he murmurs, breath rushed from our sprint through the rain.

My throat is dry as I turn around, breaking the spell for a moment as I dig around for my spare key, which I always keep under my front doorway decoration. Thought watches me silently as I open the door, motioning for him to follow me inside.

My house also has changed at all, although it is cleaner than I remember.

"I don't miss it at all," I say softly, looking around the dead space, imagining what it was like to be in here almost everyday, writing and pretending the outside world didn't exist. "My old life, I mean. For a while there I thought I was going insane."

Thought winces, closing the door behind him. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't want you to think you were crazy. I just couldn't keep away from you."

He steps closer until he pauses, noticing a sound coming from the front door at the same time I did. Sure enough, it swings open, revealing my very disgruntled looking sister, her face turning pale as she takes in the sight of both me and Time standing in the middle of my living room.

"Della..." I say slowly, narrowing my eyes upon her. I'm not sure what she is doing here, and definitely not expect to see her.
"Luella. What are you doing here?"

"This is my home. What are you doing here?"

"I come here almost every week to make sure the house is in order," she comments, the bag she was holding slipping from her fingertips. Oddly enough, her attention is more on me than on Thought, who looks otherworldly in this mediocre space.

"I missed you," I say. She steps forward to hug me without any hesitation, as if there were nothing strange between us. Her hair is as damp as mine from the weather, but her hug is warm and tight enough to comfort me. Just breathing in her familiar scent nearly brings me to tears, mourning the close relationship we once had. "I'm sorry about everything. I know you thought I was going crazy, and it's probably strange to see me here."

She pulls away, finally acknowledging Thought who lingers behind us."You're with him..."

"Yes, this is Thought," I say, even though I feel foolish introducing him. "He's my mate."

Della swallows uncomfortably, looking between myself and Thought. "Am I going crazy?"

"No, you're not. And your sister isn't crazy either," Thought says softly. He comes to stand next to me, practically towering over Della. He's trying to stick up for me, to reprimand Della for what she did to me without being too upfront about it. "I hope you can understand that."

"I'm so sorry," Della says immediately, reaching out to give me yet another hug. "I'm possibly the worst sister. And now you're mated to...Wow, this is strange."

"Yes, very. But I hope you can accept it," I say uneasily, knowing their past doesn't make this easy.

"I guess I can," Della says with a shrug, until she focuses her burning gaze on Thought. "Unless you hurt her."

"I would never, Della. If you're going to believe anything, believe that," Thought tells her earnestly. Della likely sees a powerful immortal with her sister, so she has every reason to be uneasy about our relationship, even if we are mates. "I love Luella."

My cheeks flush as Della smiles, turning her attention to me. "Good. Then when am I getting a niece or nephew."

"Alright sister, calm down," I say, glancing at Thought who appears to be laughing.

I'm not going to think too deeply into that. I'm just happy my family is coming together.

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