It wasn't going to happen.
Ever.
He knew he was supposed to get over it by now. Years had passed. They probably had another litter by now. They most likely solved their troubles and were madly in-love. There was absolutely nothing to be done, and if she was happy then good, that was what he wanted. Pining for a girl he couldn't have wasn't healthy after some point, and he had crossed that point eons ago.
So why couldn't he rid his mind of her?
Frustrated, he slapped at the puddle, groaning in protest. Oh, please, just stop thinking about it!
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