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A year later and the ache never left my heart. My mind is outside of my body. I feel empty. But what's to be expected?

After he left me all alone I had to leave that place. The state. Once in New York now I live in Virginia. It was a big change. From a big city to a much smaller place. With unknown people and wolves. I smell like a rouge, so no wolf will talk to me.

It's okay though. The smell of the coffee at the shop I work at, brings a smile to my face. That's all I need right now. The coffee, this job, keeping my mind off of him.

The door opened and the bell went off.

"Hello, welcome to sunny cafe." I forced a huge smile on my face. The customer was a regular. Ron, he's about 60 years old. Always orders a hot chocolate and from what he told me. He only orders it because that's what his wife drank every morning before she passed. It's sweet.

"Hi Ron, hot chocolate?" Ron smiled and nodded. He breathed in, taking a look around the shop. His eyes landed on a specific seat.

He slowly walked to the seat "Lizzie, did you know this is where Mary would sit?" He wiped the little dust the table had off. His face gleamed with joy. "It's like I can still see her here,"

I went to poor the hot chocolate into a mug. "Here you go Ron and I didn't know."

"She was my soulmate. My mate" my breathing paused. Did he say mate? He isn't a wolf? Right? I cant smell him.

"Lizzie I know you're a wolf, it's pretty obvious." he sits in the seat and pats the other. Indicating for me to sit down. How is it obvious?

Looking around the shop and outside. I see no one, so I sit.

Ron lays his hands on top of mine. "Lizzie, why aren't you with your mate? Or have you not found him?" He must smell the rouge on me. The air seemed to get dry and it became harder to breathe.

The memories from that day flooded my mind. He flooded my mind.

"He.. he rejected me," my breathing stopped. It's like I finally realized what has happened. How I no longer have a mate. I no longer have my other half.

My eyes became glossy and I looked away from Ron.

He breathed in and took his hands away from mine. "Lizzie.. you can't let him reject you. You need to get him back. He's your mate god dammit!" His voice raised. Ron's voice was never loud. I don't even think he's ever cussed, well in front of me.

"I cant. I cant see him again. He'll reject me again." Millions of scenarios ran through my head. 99% of them ended with me getting hurt again.

He stood up quickly, "Lizzie if I stopped fighting for my mate when she rejected me. I would've die. She was my everything and when she rejected me. I was torn, but I fought for her. She realized we needed eachother," He walked over to the door and opened it. "Lizzie never stop fighting for your mate. Even if he rejected you. You'll always feel like your missing the other half of your heart if you do." He walked out of the shop. Leaving his untouched hot chocolate sitting on the table.

Is he right? Should I go back? No, I can't. I can never set foot into that house again. The slightest thought brings me chills. It's like I can still see it.

The dark wood floors that led to the huge staircase. The never ending ceilings. That room. The place where I was torn in half. Breathing in, it's like i could still smell it. Like I could still smell him.

I can never go back there. I cant bare seeing his face again.