Gray POV
While snooping in Kira's room I found something unbelievable. A symbol of belonging to the Magic Council. I waited for Kira to confront her... When she entered the room at first she seemed joyful. Then infuriated. Did she even have the right to be mad at me? I cared for her!
When I called her out on the item I expected her to lie. But she told the truth. I knew it was the truth because it was in her voice. But why was Doranbolt here to collect her? "What else are you hiding? Tell me now or leave for good." I demanded, I hoped she would tell me the truth. I so desperately wanted her to be in my life again even if we were just friend.
But when I looked at Kira there was shock and fear, then there was shame. Her head hung low and the silence was eerie. "Kira..." My voice had softened but not wavered in it's intentions. I wanted the truth. Then I saw it... a tear running down her face.
"I can't!" she suddenly snapped lifting her head. Her face was stained with tears. "I want to... but it isn't my story to tell. I apologize, but this is goodbye." In a flash she disappeared. I was standing so close to her I knew what had happened. Doranbolt.
I slammed my fist against the door and shouted out in anger. With my back against the door I fell to the floor. Just like that she'd come and gone. It was the past all over again. As I trembled in anger at Kira's actions I began to cry. "Come back..." I mumbled knowing well enough she wasn't coming back. I'd screwed up.
