“Chakotay”, I whisper, “I’m so sorry”
“You don’t have to do this Kathryn, we’ll find another way.”
Yes, I do, I want to say.
But instead, I reach for you. Letting myself, for the first time, feel completely safe in your strong arms.
“Time to go.”
I am pulled, roughly, from your embrace. I see the anger and longing flash quickly in your eyes. Then I see your pain.
I cannot bear to see your pain. I look away.
I am so sorry.
“Get them home” I manage, as I lock my gaze with yours, for the very last time.
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