"It has been weeks," Bombalurina, the cat who hasn't spoken since Pouncival said Macavity's name, thought. "Demeter. I have so many things to say." Bomba thought as she lay on her big black tire, waiting for Demeter. "H- he's ruined everything," thought Bombalurina. She was not thinking about the ginger cat who has done nothing good. She was thinking about Munkustrap. "He's... ruined... everything," she repeated to herself.
Bomba heard Demeter run in, trying to be quiet, but failing.
Bombalurina hopped up to greet her friend when Demeter said, "Bombalurina." Bomba looked up, still not speaking because of the trecharous events that had happend. She did this instead of answering. "I- I know you're still," Demeter said, reaching for Bomba's red fur, "still," she continued, but did not know a word to describe Bomba's pain. She closed her eyes and tried again. "I miss you," Demeter said silently. "I miss you're voice." Bomba looked at Demeter's face. Demeter was crying. Bombalurina wanted to speak for Demeter so much, but she couldn't find her courage. Ever since the encounter with Macavity, Bomba was nothing, but scared. She opened her mouth as if she was about to speak, but instead, she cried silently. Demeter looked down at the sobbing queen. She put out her paw and pet Bomba's fur as Bomba fell to the floor. Demeter knealed down with her and put her paw on Bombalurina's chin.
"Ah-I," Bombalurina whispered. She couldn't get any words out.
Demeter gave Bomba a hug and whispered, "Please, Bomba, speak to me."
Bombalurina was heartbroken that she coldn't give Demeter what she wanted; what she needed.
"P-please," cried Demeter so sad that her friend would not speak even to her.
Demeter finally decided that trying would no longer help. At least not now. She'd never give up, though. Demeter held Bomba's paw for a slight second, but to Bombalurina's surprise, Demeter let go and quietly asked, "Do you need help getting back to bed?" Bombalurina was not satisfied with herself at all. She didn't want Demeter to help her to bed and then just walk away. Bomba wanted a conversation. She missed Demeter, too and did not want her to go. Bomba nodded in reply to Demeter's question, so Demeter soon helped Bomba into her bead. Demeter was now walking away. Bomba was being left without the one person she wanted to be with.
"D-," Bomba whispered, crying because she was scared to speak. Demeter got further and further away when, suddenly, she heard a voice. It was Boombalurina. "Demeter," she said, "please stay." Demeter quickly turned around and ran to her best friend with tears of joy in her dark eyes. Before Bombalurina knew it, Demeter was gripping her in a comforting hug. Bomba put her paw around Demeter and hugged back.
"You spoke," Demeter whispered closing her eyes. She was still hugging Bomba.
"I did," Bomba whispered, her voice squeaking, but only from crying with happiness. "i miss you, too," She said. Demeter unhanded Bomba and smiled.
"How much?" Demeter said trying to joke.
"So much," said Bombalurina grinning as big as she could. Her soft red cheeks were sparkling from her tears. The two cats gave eachother one more hug as they both smiled. They were so happy. Bomba's smile faded only a little when she thought about what she needed to tell Demeter. Still hugging, Bombalurina said, "I have to tell you something."
Demeter let go of Bomba once more and said, "Anything." Bomba put her paw on Demeter's leg as she said, "It's about Munku." Demeter looked away as her grin became smaller.
"Bombalurina, I don't think we should-" Demeter said, but Bomba stopped her.
"Please. I want to say this," Said Bomba looking at Demeter.
"Okay," Demeter said as she took a deep breath.
"Munkustrap ruined everything," Bombalurina said getting teary and emotional. She looked at the ground. "H-he called me trashy, manipulative, a fake..." Bomba slowly looked back up at Demeter's troubled face. She took Demeter's paw as she said, "and I... I realized that I am... I'm a manipulative fake." Bomba tried not to cry as she watched her friend's tears run down her cheek. "I'm not good at all," cried Bomba.
"That's not true," cried Demeter still looking away from Bomba's face.
"Demeter, I don't like him at all," cried Bomba who soon looked down at her crying friend, who was crying because the one she loves is still hated by her friend, and grabbed her hand.
"But," Bombalurina continued as Demeter looked up at her. "He is good to you." Demeter had tears on her cheeks which made them shine. "And I don't want to get in the way with the one who is perfect for you. You do love him, don't you?" Bomba watched as Demeter nodded. "Demeter, he doesn't like me." Bomba was confused at her own words. She was saying both negatives and positives. "But I do see," Bombalurina continued, "that he protects you." Bomba rubbed Demeter's head, "And I would never want anything different for you, Demeter." Demeter looked up at Bombalurina surprised.
"Bombalurina," said Demeter looking at Bombalurina's sparkling eyes.
"Yes?" Bomba answered.
"He does protect me doesn't he?" Demeter asked, but she already knew the answer. "Just like I swear I'll protect you."
Bombalurina smiled at Demeter and said, "Demeter, I have been and shall keep protecting you... from anything."
The cats hugged and comforted eachother all night. Everything was as it shouldv'e been and the cats were so pleased to be together.