Civil War

Kamari

When the ceremony began, I was nervous but found strength in Theron's eyes - my mate's eyes. My heart leaped at the notion. While everyone drew closer and my mom began her chants, all I could think about was every look we stole from each other these past few months. The brushing of fingers, the little stolen moments under the moon or in his car, feeling his eyes on me from behind a tree by the farm, our reoccurring dreams showing us the future, the ache in his absence. Our connection and the pull that drove us despite our pushback all made sense now.

I held his eyes, seeing all his love for me in them, as I sensed a familiar sensation rising to meet me. Our bond was my rock and what I held to now. I knew it would hurt so much more than yesterday; I didn't know how to react. For my loved ones, I would bear the pain and not show it for as long as possible. I didn't want them to know how much I was hurting.

The pain of the whirling smoke around me was a welc