A/N: Ever have one of those ideas that just won't leave your head until you get it on paper? Or…computer in this case. Well, this is the result of one of those ideas.

This is my first first-person story and one of my favorite short pieces. I hope you all enjoy it.

The Moment

I hold the small frame in my hands. Its simple wood edges are warm from holding it for some time that I was incapable of measuring. I lift a finger and gently rub a claw over the glass, gently circling her face.

As the emotions churn, I pull it up, ready to throw it down onto the steel floor. But then I catch myself, and once again find myself lost in her fathomless eyes.

It's funny how one's most treasured item can also be the item of greatest hatred.

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We stepped out of the bright orange cab in front of the hotel. Our faces were covered in goofy grins, like two children that had just come from having free run of a candy store.

But how else should I have felt. Our first date had been the most pleasant night of my life.

As we look back at each other in the light of the buildings, she leans in close, and I hug her again. My arms dance along her back, enjoying the touch of her fur against my hands. It is so soft, so inviting.

She laughs that ever-so cute laugh that makes my heart stop. "Thank you, Fox."

My hands slide down her arms as I pull away slightly. My gaze meets hers. For a moment, my soul seems lost. Her perfect blue eyes are a tempest of sweet bliss. One look and I am lost forever, but forever would be too short a time.

Somehow, my mouth finds words. "I love you, Krystal. There is nothing that I wouldn't do to make you happy."

She doesn't respond, but it's as if I can peer into the very depths of her soul through our gaze, and there I can see that she feels the exact same of me.

My head comes down towards her as the world begins to fade. She rises to me and I close my eyes as we meet.

Suddenly my soul is alive with icefire. My lips tingle; my very heart burns. Our tails find each other and wrap together lovingly.

Why must such moments end?

I force myself to release her, suddenly seeming to cut myself off from life itself. "That's what makes this so hard."

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The only sound is my weeping, the only sensation is pain.

A tear rolls off my whisker and falls to the glass with a soft splat.

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"I'm sorry."