I’ve been restless. Dauneth notices these things, even when I consciously try to conceal it from him. I should know better than to try and trick a druid with my feelings.

So he offered to take me away for a few days. Home. His home. It could never be my home. But it is beautiful here.

I wish things were less awkward between us. We’re not alike. We never have been. Never will be. Circumstance and loneliness brought us together. That is a foul recipe for one’s heart. I was desperate for the first distraction from a troubled and burned existence. A druid’s gentle touch. A man who sought to heal me.

I thought he would still the anger inside of me. I thought that I could be different. Honest. Capable. Loving.

It doesn’t hurt to realize that I can never be like him.

It only hurts to know that I was wrong.