Feeling like a fool after you’d kissed your ex-matesprit you’d ran off like a batbeast out of a cave. You weren’t sure who you hated more, yourself or her; Zupell for betraying you, or yourself for betraying yourself and kissing your killer. Once you get home you give a sigh of relife, its a sight for sore eyes, maybe you were a little hivesick.
You dismount your lusus and tie his leash up to its old post. You enter your old hive like a stranger, cautious weary of possible intruders. All of your things are there, just as you left it. You walk over to your old computer and blow off the dust.