Sylkra wiped her tears with her hand, making the salty wetness dry onto her arm. She calmed herself, and listened carefully to Sariana's words. Sari always knew how to sooth the Kelvic, because Sylkra always became over emotional. It was just part of her personality.
She comforted herself with Sariana's arm. She tucked her face gently into her armpit, and rubbed it as hard as she could, in order to inhale the warm, sweet scent of Sariana, and tell herself that everything would be alright. She hated asking Sariana questions, she was never sure if it would bother her master or not. And she knew Sariana didn't like the whole "master" thing, but Sylkra's whole life was put on it, and it was all she knew.
Sylkra looked up again, to gaze into the twinkling eyes of her master. She let the Drykas finish speaking, but she was most of all touched by her words:
"But then I think about it, and I love you. Like a sister, or a child."
Sylkra always thought she was never meant for love, ever since she was born. She was a kelvic. But when Pash and Sariana's came into her life, she hated it. Love was stupid. It only caused pressure, because Sylkra knew that no humans could get along, whether they be shapeshifting or not. They all had different opinions. And then, for one hour at the most, they love each other again, even though they just hated each other for the past few weeks. And then they go back to hating. And then loving. And then hating.
Then Sylkra realized, ever since Sariana came into Sylkra's upside down, messed up life, Sylkra had loved her. Sylkra loved Sariana.
And this was no mast-kelvic bond. Sylkra knew she could always trust Sariana, she could always know that even though she was the one to be doing the protecting, Sariana would always be there for Sylkra as well.
Sylkra wiped her eyes once more, even though tears were no longer spilling. "I love you too Sari. I always will. And not because you are my master. Because you are so kind to me, even though I may be stupid. And you're always there for me, even though I may slip up clumsily. And you will always love me, even though I think that love is stupid."
Sylkra stroked the Drykas's hair softly, feeling each little strand between her fingers, and the sudden warmth it spread through her. Sariana made her feel so secure. She listened to her question, leaning her head on Sariana's shoulder, and thought. Sylkra did not know alot, but she knew Sariana, and she knew Pash, but she didn't know them both.
"Well.... To be honest Sari..." Sylkra drifted off, unsure how to respond. She had no idea what was going on between the two. " I don't know. You guys are just... You either love or hate each other. And I don't know how you love him if he always gets on your nerves. I don't know how you can love him again, even though he has hated you. I don't know how you can love him again, even though he must have insulted you or something, because that's the reason you split up in the first place!"
Sylkra's tears were beginning to swell up again, if she even HAD any water in her left. She realized an awful truth. But she pushed them back down again, and just sighed. It was the truth, so why should she get upset?
"
Sari, as much as you say that love is... I don't know, peaceful, Love just doesn't fit me. I have never been loved like you do Sariana. I have only been loved twice. I have only loved twice. For both of those, you are one, and my parents are another. And my parents... I don't even love them for real. You are the only one I have truly loved. I might just be acting up, because no one has ever loved me like you love Pash, and I don't think I ever can love someone, like you do Pash. No one likes me. No one likes how I act. No one cares about that stupid Kelvic girl who always is over dramatic. No one likes her. They all just walk around her disgustingly, and laugh." Sylkra thought she spoke nothing but the truth. The miserable, unbearable truth. "
Love is too delicate for a Kelvic. We are too wild. Especially me. It sounds so delightful, and I want it. I want to see someone, and have the beautiful look in my eyes, like when you look at Pash. They just light up the sky, like the sun. And I want to kiss someone, like you do with Pash. I want our lips to touch, and for us to be close, and I feel secure, so safe, so right."
"You are so lucky master. You have everything. You are so lucky." Sylkra said, sighing. She was always there beside Sariana, watching her and Pash love each other. She was always jealous. She wanted love. But love never seemed to want her. It always fled away, whenever she approached it, like a squirrel runs when the hunt is close to it. Not that Sylkra ever did approach it, of course. She had never seen a guy that showed a hint he liked her. No one did. Except Sariana.
"Maybe I am better off in life being alone."
