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Zimran’s eyes narrowed as Airi sat down beside her, his wavy mane dancing along his face as a soft wind passed the mother and son. Zimran smiled, thinking to herself how much he looked like his father. The thought made her blush. Griff was so very hansom--and now Airi was too. With a soft smile she nuzzled her boy and spoke out, her tone light hearted and full of wonder.
“Airi, how have you been?”
Zimran had not seen him in about a month, she had missed him so.
“I’ve been alright.”
Airi struggled to say with a nod, knowing full well that what he spoke of was a lie. In all truths he was pretty crushed inside. He had loved and lost love and this was new, very new for him. He was after all, very shy. A deep sigh passed his chest as he frowned.
“Well, no. That isn’t fair to you. Things have not been so good, really.”
He couldn’t lie to his mother. He just couldn’t. She was far too good to him for him to be doing things like that to her.
“I knew something wasn’t right.”
Zimran nodded and gazed at her son with longing eyes. She could feel his depression, it was pouring from every inch of his being. She sighed and sat up right, speaking to him in an understanding tone.
“Son, talk to me. What happened?”
Airi gulped and looked at his paws, his masked face red.
“Z. She and I aren’t talking anymore.”
Zimran’s ears twitched as she frowned some.
“The little Ela girl? Why is that, son?”
“I told her how I felt. You know—how I cared for her as more than a friend.”
Zimran’s face went blank. She knew now why her son hurt so… Oh, the poor boy. She really had no idea he was even feeling things like this for her; she should have talked to him about this kind of thing a long… long time ago. She sighed and nodded, as if asking him to continue.
“I thought she felt the same way, she did say I was her everything, you know? I thought maybe she knew that I cared for her… and.”
He stopped and thought to himself, looking for the right words.
“She told me she loved me.”
Zimran, a little confused looked toward her son and spoke out, her ears pinned back.
“Mmm…?”
“Just not in the way I loved her. She told me I was not in a place where I could be with her, not the way I wanted to be… at least.”
Airi felt SO small. Like… he wasn’t good enough. The idea of this crushed him, so very tightly.
“She said because I am not mortal… I cannot be with her—because someday she will die… and I won’t. Not like she will. She told me she would age, grow old… and I never will, not the way she will.”
He sighed.

“That, the best I can give her is my friendship, because… we could never be anything but friends.”
Zimran’s eyes narrowed as she nodded in understanding, knowing now why her son was so upset at himself. She couldn’t really change this, or fix his pain. She knew that the female Airi loved had every right to deny him, and also knew Airi had every right to be upset with this… she was, however, at a loss of words.
“Airi…”
She sighed deeply.
“You can not make her change her mind. Her feelings… they are made up.”
He nodded slowly.
“I know this mom.”
“But… you can not beat yourself up over this. You mustn’t. You are young, you will find love.”
“---But never with a mortal.”
He snapped at her, frowning.
“I will never be like them enough to love them? Is that it? I am doomed to wander this earth, forming bonds with others who will someday die and forget about me, is that it? While I sit here, collecting every single memory of every single being I come in contact with? That is not fair. Not at all.”
He was very frustrated.
“Airi…”
She had no idea what to say to that. Zimran had only loved one in all of her lifetime, she could… not relate, but she knew he felt pain, she knew it. His eyes were burning with it.
“I don’t know what to tell you, son…”
“Ugh. It’s fine mother. I need to go anyway. I need to find my center and relax.”
As he spoke he stood and looked away from her. He knew he was being a bit emotional, but hell, he felt everything right now.
“I will come see you next week, alright? Will father be around?”
“He should be…”
She nodded and stood to nuzzle her son before he left.
Things were changing for the young boy, and Zimran knew that he would keep feeling this until his void was filled.
Zimran’s eyes narrowed as Airi sat down beside her, his wavy mane dancing along his face as a soft wind passed the mother and son. Zimran smiled, thinking to herself how much he looked like his father. The thought made her blush. Griff was so very hansom--and now Airi was too. With a soft smile she nuzzled her boy and spoke out, her tone light hearted and full of wonder.
“Airi, how have you been?”
Zimran had not seen him in about a month, she had missed him so.
“I’ve been alright.”
Airi struggled to say with a nod, knowing full well that what he spoke of was a lie. In all truths he was pretty crushed inside. He had loved and lost love and this was new, very new for him. He was after all, very shy. A deep sigh passed his chest as he frowned.
“Well, no. That isn’t fair to you. Things have not been so good, really.”
He couldn’t lie to his mother. He just couldn’t. She was far too good to him for him to be doing things like that to her.
“I knew something wasn’t right.”
Zimran nodded and gazed at her son with longing eyes. She could feel his depression, it was pouring from every inch of his being. She sighed and sat up right, speaking to him in an understanding tone.
“Son, talk to me. What happened?”
Airi gulped and looked at his paws, his masked face red.
“Z. She and I aren’t talking anymore.”
Zimran’s ears twitched as she frowned some.
“The little Ela girl? Why is that, son?”
“I told her how I felt. You know—how I cared for her as more than a friend.”
Zimran’s face went blank. She knew now why her son hurt so… Oh, the poor boy. She really had no idea he was even feeling things like this for her; she should have talked to him about this kind of thing a long… long time ago. She sighed and nodded, as if asking him to continue.
“I thought she felt the same way, she did say I was her everything, you know? I thought maybe she knew that I cared for her… and.”
He stopped and thought to himself, looking for the right words.
“She told me she loved me.”
Zimran, a little confused looked toward her son and spoke out, her ears pinned back.
“Mmm…?”
“Just not in the way I loved her. She told me I was not in a place where I could be with her, not the way I wanted to be… at least.”
Airi felt SO small. Like… he wasn’t good enough. The idea of this crushed him, so very tightly.
“She said because I am not mortal… I cannot be with her—because someday she will die… and I won’t. Not like she will. She told me she would age, grow old… and I never will, not the way she will.”
He sighed.

“That, the best I can give her is my friendship, because… we could never be anything but friends.”
Zimran’s eyes narrowed as she nodded in understanding, knowing now why her son was so upset at himself. She couldn’t really change this, or fix his pain. She knew that the female Airi loved had every right to deny him, and also knew Airi had every right to be upset with this… she was, however, at a loss of words.
“Airi…”
She sighed deeply.
“You can not make her change her mind. Her feelings… they are made up.”
He nodded slowly.
“I know this mom.”
“But… you can not beat yourself up over this. You mustn’t. You are young, you will find love.”
“---But never with a mortal.”
He snapped at her, frowning.
“I will never be like them enough to love them? Is that it? I am doomed to wander this earth, forming bonds with others who will someday die and forget about me, is that it? While I sit here, collecting every single memory of every single being I come in contact with? That is not fair. Not at all.”
He was very frustrated.
“Airi…”
She had no idea what to say to that. Zimran had only loved one in all of her lifetime, she could… not relate, but she knew he felt pain, she knew it. His eyes were burning with it.
“I don’t know what to tell you, son…”
“Ugh. It’s fine mother. I need to go anyway. I need to find my center and relax.”
As he spoke he stood and looked away from her. He knew he was being a bit emotional, but hell, he felt everything right now.
“I will come see you next week, alright? Will father be around?”
“He should be…”
She nodded and stood to nuzzle her son before he left.
Things were changing for the young boy, and Zimran knew that he would keep feeling this until his void was filled.

End.