He loved her. It was that simple. Her large, dark eyes, framed by those delicate lashes, haunted his dreams; sometimes he could imagine feeling her long silky hair. But dreams were all he had left. They could not be together. Not now. Not ever.
I'm sorry, she'd said. But this just can't work.
We can make this work, he'd said. We can better this world...please, do not give up on me. On us. I love you...
I'm sorry, she'd repeated. It's just... We're too different, you and I; we would never be able to connect as we should. I...I'll have to leave. I can't take this any more.
In his heart, he knew she was right. But that didn't stop the pain. He'd never see her again, and that hurt.
It seemed a farce of sorts, that he should find love only to discover that it could never be. That they'd never see each other again...but she'd cut it off in the first place. That he'd never see her again, then. But his thoughts were going in circles... Comedy or tragedy? It was hard to tell. Both, perhaps.
Boo sighed. Chinchilla was a beautiful, beautiful rodent; he hoped she'd find someone she could love.