He wondered about his own words, feeling his heart press rhythmically against the inner walls of his chest. He felt slightly lost at the sudden change of pace inside of him. Alexey’s departure had brought back grief into his life, and perhaps he had missed out on other emotions while the remorse burned along the surface of his mind. Months had passed and it did not hurt so much any longer. Other souls had moved into his life and become close to him. It was important not to linger in the past when there was a presence that had to be lived. He believed he had managed to do that, but perhaps parts of him had not followed. Her weight leaned lightly against his palm. He could not keep the soft smile away from his features as she spoke.
There was an unexpected urge within him to take this a step further, but he was instantly repulsed by the unwitty idea. He greatly appreciated this woman’s company. He remembered too well how he had ruined the stable relationship between himself and Alexey Koios. They had attempted to mend what he had destroyed, but it had been hard, perhaps impossible. Nothing had ever been the same after he found the wicked courage to kiss the latte hued woman. Conor did not want to ruin another friendship. Of course, this was not the same, but he could not interpret the soft emotion present in her eyes for what it was. He continued to know nothing of love. All he knew was that it had eventually scared away someone that always had been there for him.
He inhaled deeply, suppressing a quiet sigh as he exhaled moments after. He got up, ruining to silent moment. Perhaps this ruined things, but he was convinced worse things could happen if he remained. ”It’s late,” he mumbled; his inner conflicts invisible in his tranquil voice. ”I’ll see you in the morning.” With a last appreciating glance upon her fair face, he turned and walked into the quiet building where the future of the pack lay dreaming.