This was supposed to be shorter, but I never manage to keep it to a hundred words… (In True Meanings: These are really short as they're challenges to a WHR drabble community in LJ. I'm glad you're liking them!)
The End
By: Nekare
Amon knows goodbye isn't so far away, at least not as much as he would want it to be; creeping up around them and trying to swallow him whole, bury him in despair and madness because that's what human beings are supposed to feel when they're ordered to Hunt another one (even if she's a witch, and technically, not a human), to end another life.
So he watches Robin through the corner of his eyes everytime he gives her a ride home, a charade of a comaderie; he watches her standing on the balcony with the old shirt she's wearing being blown by the wind, chestnut-colored hair flying freely out of its bounds.
And when the Hunt order finally comes he is surprised to find he still feels all this emotions he had thought for so long he had lost.