I thought I heard him again. It was last night. I could hear the water slapping against the dock, against the wood of a place that had never existed in this world. I tasted the night, and that scent was in the air: the smell of the sea, of tarnish and gold; and underneath it all, the scent of a man long weary of this plane. I was so convinced that he was here, that he'd come to claim what was rightfully his, that I arose and in my half-wakened state, I went down to the shop and wandered round and round, the breath of him in my hair and against my skin. My eyes were dry at first- only my quavering breath betrayed the uncertainty of what my senses told me. I knew he was there, and I pushed through my realm as I had before on the night we met. This time, I would not fail. But the human realm would not yield its secret. I returned to bed disheartened, with salt in my hair and frost in my heart. It is a wonder that I failed to wake Guy.
Then again, it is still uncertain what he would have done to our former lover.
I will always be waiting.
I've been worse than usual lately. Maybe it really was a mistake to tie ourselves so fully to him. Between what we both suffered at the hands of the Council and this empty feeling, I can't say that it's been for the best. I was desperate after what happened to Megara, and so I acted to bind us all. The Fates must be laughing at me right now.
Song: Islander - Nightwish
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