AMAYA'S POV
I was light.
After the separation rite or whatever the name was, I had become quite light after separating from him. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted. The weight of us being bonded, the weight of me being attached to him, the weight of my attraction and feelings for him had left. I was now empty, hollow and feeling different.
I was alone in the darkness of my room later that night, thinking back to what happened. My brain repeated everything that happened at the pool, the words we spoke to each other. I also thought back to what I had said to him back at the pool. The words that had come out of my mouth was something that stunned me.
When I spoke to him in that manner, it was as if I was being controlled. It was as if I was not the one speaking. I could feel my body but could not control my tongue. The words that left my mouth felt like a curse, a heavy curse that made me believe somewhere in my heart that it would work.
