Coming to the border is both a relief and a bittersweet feeling of loss. Seeing it so clearly marked, as it was when entering. Endless offerings and ritualistic items telling me I now need to watch out for more of his pack on this side of the forest, but also that once I step over this line, Kaelin won’t just appear anymore.
He lives in that space I’m leaving, and I doubt he ever ventures out.
I spent the last kilometer crying over that i***t man and what happened with the vampire, hoping to sense him close, and yet not once did I feel that impending doom of aura get anywhere near me. He really did get up and go home. Abandoned me and made the final goodbye as clear as day.
I meant nothing to him.
I hesitate before stepping over it and stop on the other side to turn and stare with one
