She didn’t say anything at first, instead she just reached out with her arms and hugged me close. I returned the hug as best I could.
“Because it broke me.” She whispered mournfully. I was about to say something more, but that was when she turned her head up to me and silently pleaded for me to allow her to continue. I did.
“When I saw the man I loved, kill himself. It broke me.” She said looking down at the floor. “I can’t explain it any better than that.” She continued, shaking her head, her pointed ears waggling in unison.
“Yet, even then I still felt my connection with you, my love-prey.”