I wasn’t hallucinating?

I’d dropped the journal in shock and he caught it, flying back up around the tower I was in and plopped it into my hands like it was nothing.

It wasn’t nothing…

It really…

“Fallyn.”

His name was a whisper on my breath, a whistle on the wind he’d created as he flew.

It wasn’t nothing…

I was in shock. I barely felt the weight of those pages in my hands. As far as I knew, I was holding air. It couldn’t be Fallyn. Here. I wasn’t some heroine from a book. I wasn’t a main character, or even this girl in the journal. I read stories about the heroics, the damsels in distress, the strong women, the ones who knew what they wanted. I was none of those. I didn’t know.

Wrong.

I silenced the voice immediately. Blinked. Conceded. Okay, so I did know what I wanted, but it was the one thing I shouldn’t have. Couldn’t. Wouldn’t.

Could. Will.

I pushed the voice down further.

I wouldn’t hear it.

I wouldn’t hope.

Wishes didn’t come true like this. This was real life, not some perfect fictional fantasy. Things in this world weren’t always happily ever after. It was… real life…

Right?

Fallyn smiled at me and my heart fluttered. It was probably heart palpitations, and it probably wasn’t good for my health, but I did feel like the character from one of the novels. I felt like the girl who’d met Ryuu. It was that flutter, the nervous butterflies in the stomach kind of feeling. The feeling that I suddenly couldn’t breathe.

Probably bad.

I lived on oxygen.

It was kind of important.

I could feel my mouth fall open, ever so slightly, but I couldn’t fix it if I tried.

“Elizabeth.”

The rumble of his voice sent shockwaves through me. This couldn’t be happening. My childhood crush. The unattainable boy. Man. He was a man now. And he was floating in front of me on angelic wings. All he needed was a halo to perfect his look.

He didn’t need it though.

He tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear, and a rush of heat rose in my cheeks. I probably looked like a tomato. And that was never a good look on me.

I heard my father’s voice, calling out his name and I watched in horror as he fell backwards. I rushed to look over the edge of the windowsill again as Fallyn landed gracefully on the ground.

I let out the breath I had been holding.

It couldn’t be possible.

His eyes found mine from the ground and I felt like I was actually tumbling from the tower. I was in great need of a man with wings to catch me. Very big, great need…

He grew up well. Too well.

My entire being was vibrating with life. It told me what he truly was to me. I shook my head.

It. Wasn’t. Possible.

Not him.

Fallyn?

Fallyn was my true mate?

For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I was incredibly lucky or unbelievably unlucky. Or completely out of my mind.

My hands were shaking as I clutched onto the journal tighter.

What the heck was happening?

Was this some kind of feverish dream I was having? Was I sick and in bed? Dreaming?

This couldn’t be real.

It just couldn’t…

Right?

This feeling when his eyes met mine wasn’t real. That gorgeous smile of his as he said my name. I was just imagining it…

Right?

We couldn't be true mates. It just... wasn't possible for him to be destined to be with me.

It wasn't possible.