Lost Pet, Part Two
By Soliloquy Addams
Recently, to my distress, a woman of my race claimed to be all this, exactly as I described, and on sight I knew she might be all I hoped and more. It was in the middle of the onslaught of my homeland, and for once my dream was farthest from my mind in the midst of this panicked evacuation.
And I did the thing I regret most in all my five (five!) wasted years of life. I ran. Was it because I was taken by surprise by encountering her in the most impossible circumstances I ever imagined? Was it because I was startled to be confronted about my romantic dream by a person who somehow knew every detail? After much cursed mulling I accepted both as correct. But I also discovered most of my fear was at feeling nothing when all this time I was so sure we would unite and experience sanctified bliss. The lack of sensation, the numbness of emotions terrified me. If she was my true love (and I tremble) how could her emergence leave me untransformed?
I sigh as I kneel and dwell on my shame. How could I be so selfish as to turn my back on the One I belong with, at the very instant my nameless quest could have been completed with only a few more paces? By now I am thoroughly convinced the vague instinct within me is in fact living flesh and blood. I lift my tail to within my vision and regard the patch of cloth I wore for as long as I have existed. For some reason I had persisted in keeping it in place, as if it were a talisman, no, a holy relic. The woman was garbed in the same shade. Was it trivial or a token? Can the love of my life truly be as real and as tangible as this fabric?
I swear on my split soul, I will not repeat my former mistake when I stand before her again.
Author: That's all of it, divided not for length but symmetry. If you liked it tell me what was good and if not say what was wrong. Farewell. Good life to you.