“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.