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Our dreams will live though we are apart
Our love I know we'll keep in our heart
Till then, when all the world will be free
Please wait for me
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Moments after Eric left, as though sensing his departure, Pam woke up alone.
Not in itself an unusual circumstance, but what surprised (and frightened) her was the blood that stained the sheets and the lack of any evidence of Eric. Even his clothes were gone, but there was no note – nothing.
He had either abandoned her or something had happened to him.
She wasn't sure which alternative scared her more. She tried to reach out to him but was met with silence. She knew he was there, but he was ignoring her.
Abandoned it was then.
Pam sank back onto the bed and took in the tussled sheets and the other evidence of their night before. Where had it all gone wrong?
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Eric, for his part, was just as bereft without Pam as she was without him but he had the advantage in feeling it was for a good cause. The soldier he had seen the previous evening had been his Maker and he had known what it meant.
The threat they had been hunting for centuries was back and it was time for them to take up the hunt once more. He had left Pam completely in the dark on purpose, for her own safety.
The hurt and confusion he could feel from her now she was awake, however, almost overpowered his protective instincts: almost, but not quite.
He would die before he allowed any harm to come to her.
Hurting her was the only way to keep her safe; he held that thought close to his heart as he ignored her attempts to reach him.
It was the only way.