He missed her.
Not her company and not her presence, she was with him most of the time, watching him write while diving underwater, cleaning her wings and sometimes walking up to him to see how much he had written, quacking sadly if he had a writer's block. He'd smile and ruffle the feathers on her small head. "It'll be alright, I have a week to finish it," He would say then, making her cheer up a bit.
But...
He missed her smile.
Her smile was beautiful. Always present and always there when he needed it. It was bright, filled with happiness and joy, making her even lovelier.
When did he start thinking like this?
He missed her clumsiness, her salmon-coloured hair, her positivity.
Fakir grabbed his quill, ink and parchment and put them in his bag. "Ahiru, let's go home!" He said. The small yellow duck lifted her head at the calling of her name and the sound of his voice and started swimming towards the end of the lake, where she joined him in the walk towards his house. On the way home his mind continued to form notes.
He wanted to hold her, embrace her, feel her soft skin brush against his hands. Dance with her, lift her up to the sky and softly put her down again, hold her tight and only let her go when he was ready for it.
His face started to get a pinkish hue and he was hoping she wouldn't question it. Even though she wasn't capable of speech anymore, she could still think like a human being and could still give signals of wonder, happiness, sadness and other basic emotions. And even though she wasn't human anymore, she knew when he was emberassed or thinking about something weird.
If she turned back into a human, she would probably be affected by age and she would have grown in certain places...
Ok, he was getting sick and tired of thinking about her and all these hormones where driving him up the walls.
But let's not talk about those little details.