Black Cat

Black Cat-34

He burst through the front door stumbling to a halt behind me, “Sybelle, what’s wrong?” I felt him reach out to touch me.

“Balto have you even thought of how I would feel?” I shouted at him spinning around in the front hallway.

His eyebrows creased in confusion and his blue eyes narrowed at me, but he didn't say anything leaving the floor open for me to get everything off my chest.

“You think that what I feel for you is so weak that couple weeks without your human form will all of a sudden make me go chasing after another guy! Do you really have such little faith in the love I have for you?”

Shock filled his eyes, “Who told you that?”

Scoffing  I placed my hands on my hips, but the stance was to awkward for me and I fumbled trying to figure out where to put my arms. I ended up wrapping them around myself in a nice tight hug.

“How do you think I feel Balto?”

“What do you mean Sybelle, who's been telling you this? It was Taryin wasn't it.” he growled stepping towards me reaching out with his right hand to grab my arm.

I stepped back from him tears building in my eyes, the fear in my chest was just too much. The anxiety and rawness inside of me was starting to tear me apart, just when I was starting to feel better again.

“What about when I’m gone Balto? What happens then.” I asked forcing myself to meet his eyes.

He looked utterly lost, “Please don’t cry.” He begged.

“You’re immortal Balto, I’m not. When I’m old and feeble I won’t want you there. I don’t want you to watch me grow old and die! Do you know how torturous that is to even think about that one day I won’t actually be here. Time for me is constantly counting down.” I sobbed nearly crumbling to my knees.

“No, Sybelle. I will never let you go, I promise.”

“That’s not what I meant Balto! I’m afraid, as much as I love you and I want to be with you... my fear is when I get old you’ll get bored and leave. There is nothing but your word tying you here.”

Balto’s face grew innocent and fearful, I didn’t know where I was going with this but it was not going well for either of us. I was upset now and he was getting there, but he has asked to know what was bothering me so much.

This was it. This fear of being left behind, of him seeing me old grey and feeble. It made me shudder to even think of it, having that actually happen… I would rather die now then let it get that far.

“Then what do you need Sybelle, to make it clear in your mind that I’m not going to vanish on you. Tell me what I can give to you. Because I’m afraid of the same damn thing as you. I don't want to be the regret that held you back from living your life.” He shouted stepping forward his hands rubbing up and down my arms.

“I don’t know.” I mumbled fighting back a hiccup.

“Give me something Sybelle.” He pleaded shaking me back and forth gently.

Shaking my head back and forth I whimpered leaning in against his chest. I just wanted something more than just words floating around in the air with fake promises. Was I greedy for asking that of him?

To want something , more substantial that wouldn’t leave these doubts clinging to me like death. Because if this continued I would run, and it would crush him. I think both of us knew that deep down. I also knew that he would chase for as long as he could even if that meant chasing me into hell.

He leaned back grabbing my face between his hands, his thumb rubbed away the tears on my cheek. I met his deep blue eyes and felt my heart calm he had come to a decision. I could see it in his eyes now, there was no more fear he had found a solution.