Klamille Drabbles

In her arms🫂

In her arms was the safest place in the world.. He never thought a small place like that space in her arms could contain so much tenderness and safety.. The saddest thing is she only contained him inside her three times.. Only three times and each had a different flavor..  Each one of them was of a different circumstance.

The first was after he appeared in front of her after an absence for months.. They talked and danced together, then he left her in the middle of the dance and left.. But she followed him, taking from him a promise not to harm Davina.. As a reward for his promise, she hugged him, taking him by surprise.. While he froze in her arms, holding his breath.. He felt her white and pure feelings sweeping his presence.. Safety, trust, love and tenderness, which she offered them willingly, frightened him.. He wasn't used to feel this momentum of feelings at once and without coercion, but rather with free will.. Then she withdrew from his arms innocently, as if she hadn't just messed with his being.

The second, he was the one who initiated it and sought to obtain it .. He felt panic for her .. He was distracted from her for a few days with the sudden appearance of Aurora and thought it was safer for her to stay away from Aurora's surroundings.. But he didn't know she had already fallen into the hands of Lucien and then Aurora after him..  It was different from the first embrace.. As he gave her of his feelings just as he took from her.. A sense of safety, absolute confidence, and comfort overwhelmed both of them.. How sweet is the feeling of safety after the terror of long hours.

The third is what arouses his desire to laugh even years after her departure.. She deceived him and he easily fell into the trap of her deception.. She broke his neck by surprise.. He was trying to convince her that Camille is still inside her.. She was playing along his game and turned the tables on him.. But despite that, he felt everything he felt in his last embrace of her.. What he felt in her arms was always different.. Her embrace always gave him the feeling of returning to his safe and warm home after a long tiring day.

Then there was a fourth, but he didn't like to remember it.. Unlike the previous ones, this hug gave him a hateful and repulsive feeling.. Instead of feeling warm, he felt bitter cold.. Instead of the feeling of returning home, he felt his loss of home.. It was when he received her on his chest while she was leaving his world forever.. It was the hug he hated the most, because it was the last time he contained her inside him.

A tear fell from his eyes directly on the surface of the water below him, as he was riding a gondola, touring around the parts of the beloved city to her heart.. Which has become dear to his heart.. He comes here every year on the anniversary of her death.. To take that trip she wanted and didn't take.. So he comes and rents a gondola and starts a small journey, recalling his precious memories with her.