Des finds a place for it all. On walls, on shelves, tucked away in cupboards, dangling from the ceiling. I believe this is a fairy’s version of peeing on his territory. And my heart is hurting so damned badly. All these things are testaments to our friendship. Because that’s what this has always been. Long before I knew Des was my mate, I knew he was my friend. And even though I wanted him in a distinctly un-friend-like way, that’s all the two of us were for the better part of a year.
