Perfect betrayal

[Kennya Allen]

'I've damned myself, damned myself to the ninth circle of hell for betraying our mates through our own apathy but my heart doesn't care, doesn't even know who they are when you're around. And I'm going to suffer for it because I'm risking throwing away everything they poured their blood, sweat, and tears into…and you. I'm risking you and I know if this backfires you'll hate me. If this backfires you'll never trust me again, and that will be the end of our bonds. That will be the end of our dedication and our struggles, and you. But I can't stop myself. I can't stop myself from reaching out to you.'

Kennya entered in the main room, looking at the abandoned fireplace.

'Oh, I've thought about it, fantasized about it, dreamt about it, prayed for it constantly since the day we met. And five years is such a long time to truly yearn for you, to crave you so badly that every cell in my body weeps for you, chants your name in slumber less eternity. And I need you because when I'm around you I feel emotionally and physically, spiritually and mentally, complete—so, so complete. It's desperation; this feeling in the pit of me, in my very core, and I know I've reached a breaking point. I either have you now or leave you all together, and all the utopias and Nirvanas and Heavens in space and time, in the here-and-now of history or the ancient remembrances of times past, they all know I can't even breathe without you. So, how can I leave you? But, by risking everything, how can I stay?'