Coming to Terms

[finch]

Eden didn’t feel like Salome had. She reminded me of someone else altogether, and it took me weeks to figure out it was Ka’ana herself. I naturally fell into orbit around her, just as I had to Ka’ana and to my muse before that.

I felt the need to check on her, just to make sure she was okay. Nine times out of ten, when I called out to her, she turned and smiled and announced that she’d just been thinking she needed me.

Today was that last time, when she scowled, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave. She folded the letter she’d been reading and stuffed it back into its envelope. It was as if there was a cord fastened tight inside my chest, and she held it tightly. Unlike Ka’ana, unlike my muse, she seemed to hold it unknowingly.

“What are you?” I asked her. She was already in a bad mood; surely I couldn’t upset her much more.

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