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Only.

Said with such abruptness, he concluded that she must have had another- more than one, perhaps- but that now, Sorana was the only one left. 

There was a plea in her eyes, and he moved toward her, brow furrowed with concern. He had crossed a line, he could tell. Something he'd asked her about had rattled her, and she wanted to go away. She apologized, and promised him they would meet again, and then turned. He had a déja vu- or perhaps it was a memory- when he watched the golden-furred woman walk away from him. He closed his eyes for a moment and in a flash, her fur turned a shade paler in his mind's eye. His eyes flew open and he bounded toward her, out of habit more than anything. 

Too many times has the golden woman turned her back and walked away from him. 

But this was a different golden woman, and she was not his golden woman, either. He didn't have one, anymore. He realized that perhaps a moment too late, and he'd drawn even with her, balking when he saw the tears flowing down her cheeks. 

"Teya," he said, softly, ready to balk and bow away at any instant, but still compelled to stay near her and atone for the sorrow he'd caused.