Don't want to lose what i loved about you

[Anu]

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Pieces fell, her eyes focusing on each slice with obsession. Silence enveloped her, only to be broken by the connection between knife and counter. Equal in size, each perfect she handled the weapon like an artist. It began to become a mere extension of her hand. One after another she cut them until they look nothing like what they had when she began. Smaller and smaller she made them, knowing that it would just be easier to process if just tiny remnants of the original. If only her thoughts and emotions could be broken along side them, cut into small insignificant portions until they turned into dust. Lost in her task, the sounds that surrounded her were only figments of her imagination. The smells were just a ghost floating through the still and confined air. Again her hand moved, working at a mindless pace. It came to her again; the scent made her nose twitch but Anu had imagined such a smell before. Many times before. On the wind, or suddenly in no place in particular she would think that she smelt her. But Anu knew better then to believe it, there was never truth found in the fleeting fragrance. She had already spent too much time investigating it. A wind hit her face, the motion of the door pushing the stagnant air forward. Inhaling brought the ghost back to her mind, her face shone behind her eyes and at each blink she was clearer and clearer. It was only the voice that made her real. Blue eyes found something far from the apparition in her imagination. Framed by the doorway, she stood against the darkness of the hallway. The sun’s light flooded the windows, filling the kitchen with sudden warmth that could be felt all over. Geneva looked at her, her eyes hitting Anu like a physical touch. It shook the soul beneath the mask that she wore, crumbling the wolfess to her knees just as she had the last time they met. Surprise filtered through the shroud. She was back. Watching her in the bright light her coat was no longer the gray Anu found in the night’s darkness but a gleaming deep silver. The sun brought Geneva to a new life, and Anu forgot the pain that was felt at the mere thought of her. The corners of her mouth twitched, wanting to curve in a smile, but the new thing she wore kept her features frozen. Every word she wished to speak stopped at the dam that held her feelings. There was surprise in Geneva’s form as well, certainly unexpected to find her here. Anu let the knife fall; her mindless task completing itself through her eyes couldn’t pry themselves from the figure before them. “Geneva?” The pain, a mixture of the knife hitting the edge of her finger and the sound of her name, made her look down. Averting her gaze she gathered the strength that was so falsely placed over her and returned her eyes to the female. Was she back? Did she forgive her? Anu stood, still against the tabletop frozen in place. Movement, actions had made her run and Anu didn’t want to make the same mistake twice. He voice held a questioning note, as if Anu didn’t believe that she truly stood in front of her. The silence hung between them, and she fought every instinct to cross the gap between them. While tiny drops of blood filtering through her short fur and onto the wood, Anu beat it down until she held onto the counter for support, . Her words were soft, slipping past the guard that held her soul in it’s prison. They were almost inaudible, speaking to herself more then anything. Relief laced each syllable, and as vindictive as she wanted them to be they held no sound of spite. In all honesty Anu had never forgotten the feeling of that moment. And though she hadn’t been lost to gravities pull or rescued from the brink, her heart felt a commonality with Geneva’s on that night. I thought I’d never see you again. The stillness that hung behind her words was broken only by the single beat, a soft strike against her ribcage.

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