The Hope That I Have Left

Since the last day he had worked on the green house with Aranea, he felt like he had been seeing her less and less. At first he didn't notice since she would still spend evenings in his room with him, but eventually even that stopped and her avoidance started to become more and more obvious. For a few days after he realized what was going on he tried to give her some space and started over analyzing everything that he had done, wondering if there was something he had done wrong. Occasionally he would try to cross her path as she went about her day, but every time she seemed to find a way to go in the opposite direction. Eventually he began to feel like some sort of divide was pushing them apart and he couldn't quite grasp why.

He was standing near the balcony that opened up from the landing in front of the hallway where he and his children lived when he heard someone coming up the stairs. He glanced back, spotting Aranea as she paused behind him. He had been waiting here, hoping he might catch her, but before he could speak she escaped down the hall toward her room. He frowned and sighed, looking out over the courtyard again. Part of him wanted to just go his own separate way as well since it seemed pretty clear that she didn't want to be around him, whether he knew the reason or not, and he felt like trying to get her attention would just make things worse. But a louder portion of his internal debate demanded to know why. He just wanted to know if it was something he had caused so maybe he could fix it.

After a few moments he turned and walked down the hall, following Aranea's path it'll he was standing in the doorway to her room. "Aranea?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling softly. He took a step through the door, basically ensuring that she couldn't shut him out, but still trying to not intrude on her space too much. "Is there... Did I do something? What's going on?"

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