Bab 510: Fyren

I lost track of time as I sobbed in Fyren's arms, melting in the ferocious heat and comfort of his embrace. He cradled me gently in his powerful arms, stroking my hair as we watched the sun dip below the horizon.

My fear and anguish faded with the setting sun, until, eventually, darkness enveloped us, and my trembling sobs fell still. The last vestiges of sunlight swallowed by the night, revealing the stars arrayed in all their glory, winking at me like flickering candles. They were bright and hopeful, confirming the warmth that filled my heart. 

Fyren had returned. He didn't hate me, nor had he abandoned me.

I smiled as the realization struck me for the fourth, maybe fifth time, and leaned my head contentedly against his chest. Sensing that my tears had passed, he gently patted me on the back and broke the reverent silence of our embrace.