The White Bunny Again

Her heart panged. She longed for his touch once he was gone, taking his mouth-watering scent with him. 

Cassandra stared at the jar of strawberries for a while and then hugged it to her chest. His affections she wished to believe were true and yet the doubts lingered. 

The doubts that he only cared because of his pack. To keep her healthy and to be taken care of just so his pack could strive. 

It stung, the reality always did.

With a sigh Cassandra placed the jar aside, having lost her appetite. Her foot collided with the bag he had left for her and she wondered what he had brought. 

Grabbing the sting holding the bag close, Cassandra pulled it and widened the upper part only to peer inside. 

A silver jewellery box rested inside right above a light pink dress. Cassandra extracted the jewellery box first. 

It was heavy, studded with purple gemstones which sparkled under the candlelight. The box was flat and rectangular.