(Amaia)
For the first time, I do want someone to die. The hurt and pain I am going through, have gone through, is immeasurable, and there are so many obstacles I still need to pass.
"I want that too. Together we will get to him."
Zille's fluttering of wings diverts my attention. He has been sleeping in the window and now wishes to leave.
"Let me open the window for him," I ask Alnitak, and he lets me go, unwillingly.
Climbing down his lap, I approach the window and throw it open. Zille instantly takes flight and disappears into the inky night. The cool rushes in, stating that the weather is slowly changing.
I turn around and Alnitak is already lying down on his bed, facing me.
"Come here." Alnitak pats the place right beside him. He has made space for me.
With warmth wrapping me in its embrace. I frisk towards him and he grabs me in his strong arms, lifting me and spooning with me.
