Climbing. Climbing still, in the freezing rain. Saeilith was shivering without knowing that he was. He was too intent on finishing his mission. A mission that could tear his heart in half, but had to be done, nonetheless. Clenching his teeth, Saeilith hurtled faster up the cliff, vaguely seeing Shadow somewhere above him, sitting at a ledge. His heart leaped out to her, but he pulled it back in, she didn't want him. It was when a droplet of something hit him and burned him. It caused him to spasm and releasing his hold. Adrenaline rushed, he was holding onto nothing, his body touching nothing. His reflexes saved him as as quick as a snake biting its victim, his hands shot out and clutched the cliff wall.
Still shivering, hands bleeding slightly, and his shoulder slightly burned, Saeilith continued. He had almost missed the roar that sounded incredibly like a dragons, but Sael knew. It was Shadow. He didn't hear anything for a while, and began to climb again. He had almost reached Shadow's perch when he heard her voice.
"You, come here!" Then, more softly. "Saeilith . . . come here." He glanced slightly upwards, and what he saw shocked him to the core. Shadow was crying. Crying black tears. He nodded to himself and hoisted his tired body onto the ledge and walked slowly to Shadow. He sat himself next to her and stared into the distance. "It sucks being loved huh?" Saeilith whispered. "Hurts a bit, everytime you look at them, but not always bad." His words came straight from his heart. "It feels as if you are being taken apart, and put back together, but in the wrong order." He paused. "But what I figured out, was it wasn't the wrong order, but the correct one."
He was silent for a bit. Then he wrapped his arms around Shadow.
