When I'm Gone

He wasn't sure what kind of welcome he was expecting. Perhaps he thought that Song would come barreling into him, unable to believe that he had returned. She would fawn over him with kisses, exclaiming how much she had missed him. Their children would come and surround them, barking and yelping as they fought over the attention of their parents. That's what he would've liked to have as a welcome, but it was far from what he actually got. His dual-colored gaze registered his wife's figure at a distance, his heart constricting in his chest as his throat tightened. She was still the beautiful angel that he remembered. The time away from her if anything had strengthened the love that he felt for his little woman, but even his love for her was not enough to snuff out the guilt that was eating at him as he watched her approach. Instead of coming to greet him like he thought she would, she stopped at a distance, several yards away. Why?! It was a single syllable. One word. And yet the emotion behind it was too much for Cherokee.


His resolve would crumble as he watched Song collapse, tears streaming down her face. Seemingly from nowhere his double Dhiren would appear, running to his mother's side as he comforted her, looking towards the ebony night with questions in his eyes. His legs gave out, his dark body collapsing beneath him as he crumpled to the ground. Unbridled tears would run rivulets down his dark cheeks as he stared helplessly at Song. How could he explain to her that he had left to protect her and their family without it sounding like he'd abandoned her? She had to know that he would never abandon her. They would have to drag his cold dead body from her side for him to ever leave her without good reason. He had never left her or their family, didn't she know that? White traced plume would tuck pathetically between his hocks, ivory and ebony ears folding completely flat against his skull. How could he...Song... It was the only syllable that he could muster, his voice strained and weak, thick with the tears that continued to fall from his silver and ivory jaded eyes. How could he fix this? He had hurt his little woman. How had he not with the way that she had reacted to his return? He would never forgive himself for this...


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