Arrow Lake abbatia

He would not stay. Perhaps, he truly could not stay. She knew nothing of the intricacies of his life—not truly. 

What she did know was the way his arm fitted across her, how it sent our own heart throbbing in her chest as she sought to hear his own. She was still for that moment, the quiet thump thump grounding her for the stolen moment and she found her muzzle snaking closer to him, drawing against the hard planes of his chest as her eyes glanced up, only to catch him dip down and steal a chaste kiss to the underside of her muzzle. 

She lifted her arm, looping it delicately to his own, her eyes stealing to his as she held him there, searching. I know it feels broken right now, but… I promise you your heart still beats. A gentle whisper—hoping that in whatever he did in the next chapter of his life would bring him the peace he deserved. The happiness.

And then, she tilted her muzzle up, slanting a kiss along his jawline—inhaling softly as she did so and feeling a shudder wrack her. Goodbyes always had a way of tearing her asunder.