Juniper took another long sip of her wine. Across from her, Denzel watched her as a dozen different thoughts crossed his mind.
"He told me he found a mate already. A second-chance mate," she whispered. "She's quite nice to him. Unlike me."
"June," Denzel began, leaning back in his chair. He watched her for a moment before continuing. "You were also nice to him. Not every memory was bad. But the two of you weren't fit for each other. That's what I believe when relationships fall apart. It isn't always about who is 'nice' or 'mean.'"
"Has it happened to yours?" Juniper asked, her voice quiet.
"Not to me. But my parents," Denzel stated. "They still meet because of me, but they moved on with separate partners after their divorce when I was twelve. You can't blame yourself for the rest of your life, June. Maybe it was destined to happen, a lesson you needed to learn for yourself."
