It seemed like everyone was pairing off and making families of their own. Then there was me, always alone. I never realized how much I longed to be truly loved. I wanted to be someone’s first choice. I wanted that earth-shaking, heart-fulfilling love that everyone else seemed to find. Even if I ultimately had my heart broken, the need was so great that without it, I felt…hollow.
“What the hell?” I questioned softly. There were piles of sand with pieces of statues sticking out of them. Kneeling down, I brushed some of the sand aside and picked up an arm. It looked like it could be one of mine, but that wasn’t possible. Glancing around, I noticed several more piles like this one.
Eros looks me up and down. “I want you to realize that you’re trying to change the past. You think you weren’t strong enough, and we lost our daughter.”
I open and close my mouth a few times, looking at him. I…I didn’t realize. Is that really what I am trying to do? Prove that I am strong enough now to protect our unborn children? I look away from him, staying silent.
