Also written for the Cheeky Monkeys 'Love Returns' Valentine's Day challenge.
Love Returns
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She was gone.
She was gone and he'd never see her again.
He'd long since taken out his anguish on the furnishings, smashing and scattering everything in reach, howling like some demented creature and sending the servants fleeing in terror. Now he could only lie in exhausted misery across his – their - bed, breathing the faint fragrance of her hair that yet lingered on the pillows.
He would forgive her for forcing him into this fancy lifestyle. He would forgive her for abandoning him for that elf. He would forgive her for anything, grovel in apology for all the injuries he did her.
If he could only once more hear her laugh at his clumsy antics. If he could only feel her touch. If only, if only.
But now he was alone, and would be alone forever, because she was never, ever coming back to him.
Voices . . .
Could it be?
It was! He'd know her step , her sweet voice if it were in a crowd of thousands!
He sprang from the bed , stumbling over his own feet in his joy.
She was alive! She'd come back! She'd come back to him!
"Holy Maker, look at this mess!"
She was back!
"Serah, we tried—"
"Oh, for—he even pulled down the paintings!"
"At least he had the good taste to shred Anders' manifesto."
"Ha very ha, Fenr—aargh! My bedroom!"
"Impressive."
She was back! She was back! She was back!
Life was worth living again.
"I was gone for less than an hour, you bloody animal!"
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