Treason

Upon your approach, Treason pauses licking her paw and boops your nose, giggling.

You rolled your eyes once again as Treason asked you about going to the forest. No, they can not become one with the leopards.

The feeling when a loved one dies is devastating and makes you feel incomplete... You're letting a part of you leave, and it feels like a heavy stab... Or taking a bullet for them even when they're dead. You do anything to save them, but it's just not enough. You can't simply let go something... Especially when you love it. But they're not a something. They are permanently part of you... Impossible to let go off. It just doesn't make sense. So when they leave? Your heart aches. You feel like your stomach is pulling you to the ground... Or bricks are on your back and you're running a marathon. Also, like someone snatched a part of you, and is now refusing to return it. You take time, you let it sink. You gather yourself up, sometimes, only to find out in a few days/ months that the space is still there, that the niche they had skilfully carved for themselves hasn't been covered, or occupied. So, you miss them. You shed some tears, too. But, hang in there. You need it. You need to let it all out. Everyone has a different way to do so. Everything becomes okay after a while, because, as they say, time really does heal everything. You become okay. There might be moments when things will happen and you will have the urge to just give that person a call, or write a note and convey it all. You'll be unable to do so. Gradually, you'll get past this stage too. You may feel utterly lost, and all you want to do is just to crawl away. To hide under the blankets in your bed. And you can't eat. You don't want to eat. And everyone said I should be strong. They want you to, so you will. I love you Treason. Please don't die on me yet...