Wapun Meadow two lovers, entwined, pass me by

She looked to her paws as Frederick spoke. While she appreciated the effort to empathize, the situations simply were not the same. It was not something Milan wished to reflect on, however. It simply hurt her too much. It made her angry.

"No, I don't mind at all." She insisted, her words genuine. It was much easier to listen to Frederick speak of his situation than it was to consider her own. She had moved on from it, and in truth she wished to leave it in the past. No longer would it be a part of her identity.

She wondered about this spiritualist he spoke of. "I've never heard of a spiritualist, though." Milan looked up to him, blinking. She understood what it may have meant, however it was not something she had been exposed to in her home.