Whitefish River Come Back Home

She sobbed and sobbed and sobbed until her eyes could no longer let any more water escape from her ducts. It wasn't the light crying people saw in movies, the fake crying where the face was pure and clean. No, this was ugly crying, crying where the face was wet and slick with old and new tears. It was the kind of crying where your nose gets plugged from snots and mucus and you're stuck sniffling in order to breathe while your mouth gasps for air. It was the kind of crying that could make any heart crack at the sight.

Something about the way Day greeted her with open arms struck something inside of her. She had left something as amazing as this, a friendship that never grew sour or stale, a friendship that stayed continuous even after days, weeks, months of not seeing each other. She could only feel eternally grateful for how amazing he always treated her. 

Her head remained low, her face buried in his plume of gray fur. And for what felt like forever, she finally regained what little composure she had left. "How can you let me back into you arms...?" she whispered to him, perhaps too quietly for him to answer. "How can you even stand me being so close to you?" Truth be told, Krypton didn't expect such a warm greeting from anyone. The broken woman expected to be met with a cold shoulder, a snarl even -- she wouldn't have been surprised if that was the case. But to be welcomed back so kindly by someone she knew, she wasn't sure if it would count as luck or a blessing.