There was a certain level of peace in these caves, though it is accompanied by a loneliness that pierces the heart and leaves the soul weeping in despair. Miykael welcomed it. Longed for it, even, but not as much as he longed for Alysanne. Never so much as that. She is an angel - more of one than he ever was or ever will be (and he had been one). Though his stomach clearly desires more nourishment, his appetite suddenly dissipates. Lifting his blue eyes, cool and distant, to gaze across the room he is soon lost, replaying every moment he spent with her - starting from the moment he found her.
Beaten and bloodied, afraid and in pain, and yet... alone. He couldn't leave her like that, curled up by the edge of the lake. He didn't want to frighten her worse than she already had been, so he made the decision to help her in the form of an otter. Soft, cuddly, sweet and friendly face - but most of all, harmless. She accepted him in mere moments, allowed him to heal her and it wasn't until he revealed who and what he really was that she showed any real hesitation. He nearly lost her then. Nearly lost her when he told her that he was a demon. A demon like the beast that had attacked her. Miykael pleaded with her, begged her to trust him, explained that he was different from the other demons. He even believed it himself...
Until now.
That had been the start of their friendship, the beginning of something he hoped would never end. That's why he had followed her, that's why he kept her safe from the shadows. He had been her angel, guarding her without her even knowing what he had done. Miykael had never wanted the recognition, not for keeping her safe, but what he failed to realize was that without the recognition he couldn't possibly expect her to form a bond deeper than friendship with him. He was around, they had some good times together but he was a good friend that she saw only once in awhile. Miykael had bonded more to her than she had to him.
She had made that obvious outside the cave not long ago. The infection had made him more emotional than a mare in heat. Had he really whined about her not choosing him over Sasha? Miykael snorted sharply at the thought, closing his eyes and shaking his head in an attempt to clear his mind. When he opened them again, he saw her again but this time she was gliding towards him across the pond in the secret grove, joy sparkling in her emerald eyes. The memory simultaneously swelled his heart with love and pricked it like a needle to a balloon. His heart deflating and a lump forming in his throat. Tears welling in his eyes, he blinks rapidly and squeezes them shut in attempt to banish them, hoping the image would follow suit.
The sound of hurried hooves and frantic breath drifted down to him from the entrance. His ears swivel towards the sound, noticing the increasing volume and the sudden halt. A visitor, he thinks, and so he remains where he is - silent but obviously alive. It was under likely that they were here for him anyway. "Mikey..." the voice says. It's Aly. Dear, sweet Aly. Had she come for him - to forgive him or to beat him down? His head turns then, to look to her. He longs to jump to his feet and rush towards her, embrace her and apologize and tell her it wouldn't ever happen again but then she speaks again "Miykael." It hit him like a ton of bricks. Stabbed him in the heart and he longed for death so that the pain might cease.
She hadn't ever called him that before. At least not in a long, long time.
The shock had yet to wear off before she spoke again. "You're alive." The words were so matter-of-fact and aloof. He had lost her for good. That was the only explanation for her behavior. Then why was she here? He couldn't bring himself to hope. Couldn't bring himself to do little more than stand. And even that was a difficult task. Weakened and malnourished, the thin stallion lifts himself up onto somewhat shaky legs and, after a few moments, he turns to her. "Yes." he replies, his voice hoarse from disuse. There were so many things he longed to say, so many explanations for what had happened but he can't bring himself to say any of it. Instead, all he can utter are three words and even those three words sound inadequate and useless to his own ears but they are all that he has. "I'm sorry, Aly."
say something, i'm giving up on you
i'll be the one, if you want me to |
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