May I Come Home?

*Cael* · 04-02-2014, 12:24 AM

There she was. A breeze had moved the mist hanging over the ground just enough that he spotted her standing there, staring back at him, just as frozen as he was. It felt like time stopped as they looked at each other, disbelief hanging in the air between them. There she was, his beautiful Imena. Well, perhaps not his anymore, but beautiful all the same.

Cael finally found the strength to move his paws, moving toward her slowly and carefully. He honestly didn't know what to expect as a reaction from her. He wished none of this had happened and wished he could run up to her and embrace her. He craved her touch so badly, but wasn't positive that she wished the same. He knew that she would be completely justified in hating him at this point and even though the thought destroyed him he would understand if she never wanted to speak to him again.

He stepped toward her slowly, one heavy paw step at a time till he was as close as he dared to get. Sapphire and gold eyes searched her sky blue as he finally managed to whisper, "Imena... Imena, it's me. It's really me." His heart ached and he wanted to reach out to her so badly it hurt.

His gaze drifted from hers ever so briefly to look her over, make sure she was physically well... and they found her forelegs. He wasn't blind, and to top it off he was a healer. He knew exactly what to look for when looking for a wound. He saw every mark, both healing and fresh, dotting up and down her forelegs. His ears folded back and his eyes darted back up to hers. All of his worries about what she might have done when he left heightened to a terrifying level.

"Imena..." was all he could say. His voice was hoarse with worry, tears, and self loathing. Tears welled up in his eyes and he wanted to turn away so she wouldn't see them, but he couldn't pull his gaze away from hers. The weight of the truth of what he had done and what he had caused pressed down on him till his legs crumpled under him and he sank to the ground. His eyes never left hers, gazing up at her from the ground as he spoke in hushed, rough tones, "I am sorry. More sorry than I will ever be able to express. If I could rip out my soul and give it to you has an apology it would never be enough... I have reasons and stories and news to tell you about my disappearing, but none of them are good enough to earn your forgiveness. I am the scum of the earth and I do not deserve to have you..."

He looked to her forelegs again, the wounds now eye level from his new position on the ground. Seeing them up close only crushed his spirit more and tears began to spill from his eyes in earnest. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry..." he sobbed, his head dipping toward the ground and his eyes squeezing shut.

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