Ivory tried to blink away the tears. It was no use. They glued to her face, as if the tattoo on her shoulder, a permanent mark imprinted onto her skin. But her tattoo was different. It was a symbol of music - a beautiful rhythmic sound that could create pictures in your mind and fill universes with peace and colours, a still harmony that always stayed. Her tears were not. Her tears were filled with anger, guilt and sorrow. A symbol of her grief as she put her paw against the invisible wall. She could feel him. She knew he was there, the love of her life. Pressing his own paw against the wall. It was the thing that separated them. Two souls bound by heart, ripped apart by lies and deceit. That was her fault. She should be the one trapped in the forever lasting heat, the flames. Choking her lungs with the smoke and pressing against her fur, making her sweat and pant, unable to escape. Not this majestical place, full of sunsets and wonders, magic and beauty, cool and warm and transparent wings. Though it was almost time. Ivory could feel it. She could see it. She could hear it. Little black wisps of smoke edged her vision, fluttering out of sight when she turned her head to directly look at them. Hurricane would see it too, but a little wisp of white that did the same thing. He would think he would be joining her. But that wasn't true, was it? It would shock Hurricane, maybe even break his heart. But it was what Ivory deserved. After all, she would do anything for him. Anything.
