Days had passed, and Zethan had not returned. Rose sat quietly in the garden, sipping her tea as the morning breeze gently brushed against her skin. She missed him—she would be lying if she said she didn't.
After that talk with Fredrick, even though things hadn't remained the same, she was glad she told him the truth. She had shared everything—the conversations they had, the dreams they planned. It had all been real. But it seemed that fate had different plans, and perhaps they were never meant to be together after all.
She had told him as much, too. That maybe he was meant to meet someone else. And that seemed to be all he needed to hear. He didn't take it too seriously. He simply said, "Thank you for telling me the truth."
