Nefretiri
The two bulls faced each other, their horns gleaming and ready to strike. The red one made a deafening sound, but the midnight blue one only snorted, turning to look at me. He sniffed my face, then touched my tears. When he looked into my eyes, I saw great intelligence and sympathy. The bull looked into my soul and pulled out moments of my life, only making more tears fall.
He showed me every time I cried. There were so many and for so many reasons. Pain, sadness, frustration, anger, and even happiness. Every emotion has its own power over me, but he focused on the worst cause. I saw myself crying myself to sleep in Ivan's arms as Lethe took over. Two years old, and my heart was broken as I felt the memory of my mate slipping away.
