what if the storm ends

Too much time had passed since Aslatiel had been a part of his daily life, but she was always there in spirit. He knew that she was somewhere, counting down the days until they saw each other again just like he was. That loss maybe hurt the most of all. He wouldn’t see her again, he wasn’t a part of her life, and he hurt so much for it. Indigo was broken from the inside out and he showed it. He took longer than everyone else to get up to chores and scouting. He knew they would be better off moving on sooner rather than later, but he couldn’t make himself give the word. He couldn’t leave yet, what if she had changed her mind? What if it was all a mistake and she was going to come back?

He had long cried himself out, otherwise the emotions might have been flooding over his eyes as he replayed her words again and again. For a moment, he thought that Duchess had returned and he was about to roll over when Segin’s sweet scent filled his nose and the man’s warm presence soothed him. Unlike how stiff he had been with Duchess, Segin coaxed a desperate embrace from him. Indigo held on tightly to him, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and his toes into his fur.

”Segin,” he sobbed softly into mottled fur as he lost control again, the pain washing over him like the first moment. He could hardly stand it, his chest ached to the point he had trouble breathing. He didn’t know how he could go on like this.

Indigo Fatalis