Page 3 of My Dragon Lovers

Brock was taking too long. I don’t know what he was doing in there. Maybe he had gotten the wrong girl. Maybe we had gotten the wrong bar. I had spent a long time tracking her, making sure that I would find her again, but what if I was wrong? Hell… why was I so afraid? I should have been braver. Hadn’t she always liked that about me?

So, I gathered my courage and I set my face in grim determination. I marched into the bar, flinging the door open so hard that it slammed against the inner wall. People turned to face me, but I only had eyes for one.

Kyra.

She was at the bar, with Brock beside her. As soon as I entered she turned to face me.

“Fuck,” the word reverberated around the room. It had been one of the last things she said to me when we parted, and it was the first thing she said now. The amazement and shock blurred together on her face, but it was swiftly replaced by anger. Her eyes blazed with fury and she rose from the bar, rushing straight towards me. I hoped that I could at least allay her feelings by reuniting with her and explaining everything. I walked towards her as well. The other patrons of the bar parted for us like the Red Sea, and despite everything that had passed between us I hoped that we could find our way to some common ground.

As the distance closed between us she came into view. Her body had matured over the years, her hair was longer now as well. Her skin was supple, tanned, her eyes as green as emeralds. Her beauty was enough to take my breath away and the image Ihad of her in my mind was nothing compared to the majesty of her in real life. The sweet scent of her fragrance sizzled in the air, punching through the musky aroma of the bar. It was as though everything else melted away and I reached out to her, ready to sweep her into my arms and make up for all the years we had lost together, only for her to barge into me and knock me aside. She stormed out of the bar.

I glanced towards Brock. He shrugged and gave me a helpless look. The other people in the bar were starting to mock me for this scene. I turned on my heels and followed her out into the parking lot, past the smokers, past the row of silent cars. She cut a lonesome figure as she headed towards the lonely, wide road.

“Kyra!” I called out. She didn’t respond. “Kyra, you know that it’s no use running. I can easily catch up with you,” I said, as if I needed to remind her of that. Again she did not respond. I ran, pumping my legs and arms as I closed the distance behind her. She didn’t flee, and she only stopped when I caught up to her, when I reached out to pull her shoulder back.

“What do you want Aidan?” she spat, glaring at me. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, coming here, tracking me down, sending in whoever the fuck that is to come out and see you?”

“That’s Brock,” I said. She gave me a tense glare and then threw up her hands.

“I just wanted to see you. It’s been such a long time,” I said.

“Yeah, damn right it has, and not long enough. Brock said you had something important to tell me, so you might as well tell me now, then we can go back to being strangers, and I can go back to hating you.”

The words stung, but I wasn’t going to let it stop me now. Being in her presence again made me feel lighter than air and there was only one thing that I could even think of saying.

“I love you,” the words slipped out of my bounding heart, soaring and free, as though they had been kept prisoner for too long. I felt a sense of elation rushing through me as I confessed my deep feelings towards her, only to be met with a sharp, barking laugh.

“That’s what you came all this way to say? That’s what you wanted to tell me? Come on Aidan, you must have been able to think of something better than that.”

I frowned. “What could be better? What could be more important?”

She shook her head and sighed. “Anything Aidan, because those are just empty words. Whatever meaning they might have had has been rendered moot because of the way you left things.”

“The way I left things? It wasn’t just me.”

Now it was her turn to frown. “What are you talking about? The whole reason it ended was because of you.”

“No, it was because you couldn’t bring yourself to accept who you really are. I only ever wanted to believe in you, Kyra. Was that really so bad of me?”

“It was bad that you couldn’t accept me for who I am. Just because I don’t think the same way as you doesn’t mean that there’s something wrong with me.”

“I never said there was something wrong with you.”

“Well you sure as hell act like it, and if you don’t your parents certainly do.”

“My parents don’t have a problem with you, just your Mom, and you can’t really blame them for that.”

“Don’t forget my Dad as well. I know they think I’m going to try and break the world apart just like he did, but the truth isI don’t care. I don’t care about Drakon, I don’t care about flying around, and I don’t care about you.”

That last part hurt me most of all. I knew we had been through a lot, and maybe I hadn’t covered myself in glory, but I thought there was plenty that could have endured through the years, even though we hadn’t seen each other. I thought a flame would have been nurtured within her soul and that maybe she would be able to remember the glory of what we shared rather than the way it had all ended. Maybe my hopes had been futile. I stood there as she continued walking away, her footsteps echoing out in the darkness around me.

“Kyra I just… I miss you that’s all,” I said.

She stopped and hung her head before turning around slowly. She was a few feet away from me.

“Yeah, but that was your choice,” she said softly. “Things just weren’t meant to work out between us Aidan. We’re from different worlds.”

“We’re both dragons,” I said.

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