An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The cat stopped. She knew that voice.
It’s been what, three months? Since they last saw each other? Four?
It’s been seven months since the accident. Seven months since she couldn’t find a new job. Seven months since she started living off Narinder’s money. Seven months since Aym lost his vision. Seven months since Kayn died-
“Forn!” Monch grabbed her arms, squished and pulled her right in, embracing her in a slightly wet, but warm hug. “Forn, I’m so sorry-”
“Monch,” Forneus cleared her throat, trying to appear unbothered by her presence. “Long time no see.”
“Where have you been?” the moth looked at her, worry and shock mixing on her face. “I have been looking for you everywhere. I was at your apartment, checked the church, I even asked Amdusias and that damned Saleos, where have you-”
“I’m back at Narinder’s,” Forneus dropped her gaze, trying not to look her in the face. “I’m… We got married.