He wasn't coming. He wasn't coming, and she would have to face that. She would have to accept it. She would have to know it. Kong wasn't coming and she was a fool for even thinking for a moment that he would. That he was even here. It was all a figment of her imagination. The intoxicating cologne that currently swamped her senses and made her light headed was just a trick, nothing more than a cruel trick of Fate upon the wolf. The dark fourm now before her wasn't real, either. It was an illusion, a trick of the light, and he was not there. He would never be there. A lazy amused smile is caressing her features for a moment in her relapse, and a airy, light, uncharacteristic giggle is bubbling up from her chest. Her true laughs are chuckles, something of a rather monotone and not something one would expect from the phantom ghost. And yet this laughter- it was a reflection of what was happening inside. Fracturing. Shattering. Into tiny shards upon shards until they were naught but fine dust. She had been fine through the years she had not seen him, and only thought of him. She had been okay, surviving- so long as she just thought about him. And only thought about him. And now that he was here, or rather, his fake was here, it was all just too.. funny.

And yet the moment she takes her few steps forward, her giggling still apparent, to prove herself right and touch the nothing that was in front of her. Her dark, warm nose comes into contact with fur. Rich, thick, delicious fur that has lost it's luster. Miya is freezing, and every muscle in her body is contracting and tensing up. No. No it's not real. Her mind is reeling, is screaming at her and yet every single sense that she possesses is screaming back. It's a war- a wild, intense and rageful war. All at once the silver frame begins to tremble, and the whine that reaches her eyes has her entire resolve and self-control crumbling. Her knees buckle, but she will not allow herself to fall upon the earth. She has more dignity than that. And though it may be cruel of her, she leans herself forward so that she would fall against him. He could catch her, or let her fall- that would be up to him. And if he did the first, she would take that moment to close her eyes, to savour his touch before she knew it had to be gone. For while in her mind she was his and he was hers- it had never truly been so between them. It had all been in her head, and for this, she loathed herself.

Shaking her slender and graceful skull slightly, she blinked her exotic gaze open a few times then before glancing up at him. His gaze is dull, not the bright one she had once known and cherished. He is thinner, skinnier than she had last seen him. And most of all- he looks so vulnerable, so lost and helpless- pleasing, even. It is not a way she had ever seen him before, except for perhaps in small glimmers that he let slip every so often. Such as that last night; the one upon the shores of the lake with the storm raging all around them. It had been so short, and so long ago- the memories were fuzzy and for the life of her.. Miya could not recall what had happened. Only that.. she never saw Kong again. Until now, that was. And he was here, wasn't he. He was real. He was living and breathing and warm and alive. She couldn't believe it, and it showed in her wide gaze as she looked up at him. Her gaze was almost expectant, but for what, exactly- she had no idea. And that was when she realised what she was doing and how silly she must seen. Trying to reign herself back in, she withdrew from him but could not help keeping some close proximity.

They no longer touched, and though her body ached for his warmth and embrace, she did not go to him. She did not budge, for she did not know what would happen if he rejected her. His scent is not marred by another, thus showing he has none to call his own but.. he had rejected her. He had not wanted her. Right? Was that how it was? Or.. things were so messed up in her head. Miya's mind was whirrling and cracking, trying its best to keep up with everything around it. But an already damaged good can really only handle so much. This of all things was enough to send her over the edge and beyond. Of all the things and wolves she had met in her life- none had had the effect on her as Kong had. She didn't know what it was, or why. It was just him. 'I..' What to say. Where to begin. Miya had no idea, and neither did her soft, and unusually timid voice. It was not like her, but she could not help herself. She was crumbling and was powerless to have a say. 'You were gone..' It's just a faint whisper, but it is all she can imagine. Her own gaze reflects his- pleading, helpless, but with her own need that consumed her entire being. If he turned her away- she did not know if she could live through it all over again.

'Talks like this'