When I'm Gone

It couldn't be him, she wouldn't accept it. He was gone, she could not find him no matter the time she put into searching. She had been shirking her duties since his disappearance, wanting nothing more than his strong shoulder holding her up. So much had happened since he disappeared, if only she had started searching earlier. She had to attend to the litter though, and by the time she could think about leaving the den his scent had gone stale and disappeared. Now though, surely it could not be his voice reaching out to her.?

Her feet would carry her from the border patrol to the sound of the voice, she wouldn't be convinced it was him until she looked in his eyes. Even then it was a possibility she would not truth her optics. He had been gone for so long. Why would he have left her? Delicate alabaster paws would lead her slender form to the edges of her territory, mismatched eyes taking in the horizon as she searched for that all too familiar form. The one she missed so dearly, but felt so nervous to look upon again. ?

There he was, standing firm like he had never left. Those bicolored eyes that she loved so much to look into would gaze into the mangroves as her pace would come to a stop three or four yards from his form. Her head would begin to swayback and forth, denial would grip her as she felt her cool mask crumble her features. Tears would begin to stream from her eyes as her body stood still. Why had he left her? Why would he intentionally cause her so much pain and return just as she started to accept he was gone. She felt so hurt and betrayed, her heart had broken for him. "Why?!" her voice was a surprise to herself, how filled with emotion it was. The hurt and the anger that danced within her vocals. Why had he done this?