“Until the end,” Gromhir repeated those words and Kamalia could feel the gaping wound that they conjured in his soul. To him, everyday was a lifetime, but to Kamalia, a day was simply another breath in her life. This fact had not been lost on him and her words were a painful reminder that there would be others after him. Others charged with defending her. Would they do a better job than he had managed? Was he inadequate for the task? Would others be better suited to protect his closest and most trusted friend? Would she even be there to see that he was returned to the earth from which he had been born?
It pained him to her see her like this. “Do not misunderstand me, Kamalia,” Gromhir said after another short silence. The Kelvic shivered once more, his insides were a blizzard in a hellish tundra of emotions he understood little about. “I was but a pup then Kamalia. Life was different then. It was simple. I had no worries for a bondmate, for the dangers of the world. I was innocent and in need of a friend.”
For brief moment Kamalia caught a glimpse of the figures she had seen before. A man and a boy. There was pain, fear and loneliness in that same picture but it vanished leaving only the emotions that the Konti now realised were Gromhir’s. The Ivaski’s heart was heavy and crushing in his chest. He tried to smile but never made true eye contact with his bondmate.
“Lyeia showed me how to have fun, to play amongst the fields. She taught me the simple joys in life and I will never forget her for that. She taught me to laugh and smile. She taught me to play even as I grew. She… Lyeia was like a Mother to me. Nature led me to her, just as it led me to you but she was just a friend,” The Kelvic’s fists were balled tight and he was shaking. There was a silver flash on the Kelvic’s cheek even as he tried to look away from Kamalia.