At first, it might be easy to imagine that she was angry with the fae man for what he took from her. While some would think that a life of immortality would be one of perhaps adventure or maybe even conquest, a chance to set out and achieve everything a mortal life could never really hope to see from a realistic point of view. Some would even say that it was a gift she'd been given. Her internal clock has stopped while she was young, perhaps even beautiful, and within the years of her prime. And, oh, how she could only imagine what someone else might want with such a thing. Maybe, someone who had yet to have their light stolen from them might realize that they would be able to see the world like they'd so often dreamed of. They wouldn't have to worry about that unrelenting tick of the clock hanging in the back of the mind, an ever-constant reminder that they only had so many moments to chase those very things they would have wished with all their hearts to do or see. In the right light, something like an eternity could look like a blessing. They had until the end of days to experience anything and everything they would have daydreamed of as they would be sitting there at their desk while they stayed fancifully out the window and to a world just waiting to be explored and discovered, just thinking up a thousand or more different ways they would want to spend an eternal life.After all, how many great adventurers could say that they've seen the entire world, deciphered all life's mysteries and wonders, and that there was not one more thing they would ever hope to see before they could no longer climb that tall mountain or hike some vast valley which seemed to stretch on for countless miles? Not many. If there was one thing Lani knew all too well, it was that life had a cruel habit of getting in the way.

Sure, she now had all of eternity to travel the world. Now, the young fae woman could even chase those now broken childhood dreams of being a world-renowned photographer. So many have told the blue-eyed blonde that it would take many long and exhausting years to ever even hope to come close to such a place among the famous names written down in history for their vision and artistic talents. They'd told her that there would be far more moments of failure and brutal criticism than there would be breakthroughs filled with success and rewarding words of praise and appreciation for her work. She no longer had to worry about the risk of wasting years pursuing something that she'd always been warned might only lead to a dead end, leaving her stuck and unable to get back the time she'd spent figuratively reaching for the stars only to grasp nothing more than empty air. Now, she could try for as long as she wanted, fail as many times as she needed to, until finally she achieved the greatness a much younger and brighter Lani used to dream of. But, it was hardly her own life dwindling away that she thought of. No, now it was the idea of seeing her parents grow old and weary before she could ever reach that life goal of hers she once told them of with bright eyes so full of innocent hope and determination that broke her of ever wanting to chase that dream. What was he point in it if those she wanted to share her dream and success with would only fade away into the next life before they could tell her that they were proud of her, that they'd believed she would achieve her dream all along? And, more than that, she still had yet to even begin to imagine how she would tell them what she was. Willowhaven did not know magic like Sacrosanct did. They believed that faeries and witches and weres were only myths, creatures that only existed in fairy-tale stories and the wild imaginations of young children.

What would they think? Would they be afraid for her? Would they cry?
Just the sheer thought of these possibilities was more than enough to destroy her.

Yet, while it was still true that she was upset with him for what was now her new reality she still had yet to find her bearings on, there was more to it than simply having to accept this eternal fate he'd given her to learn to live with. Beyond that, the deepest core to her anger was what he'd said to her. The fury and defiance which had burned in his hazel eyes then would always be the cut into her heart and very soul that hurt the most, went so much deeper than anything else that could have ever been inflicted upon Beylani. While she would likely have to stay away from her family now for fear that they wouldn't understand what it meant to be the creature she was, despite knowing that any friends she might make in those who also did not carry the same weight of immortality upon their shoulders would eventually grow old and die while she would remain as she was in this very moment, it was his words, their fight when she was still human only for him to do the very thing he'd sworn he would never do after taking her heart and shattering it in each and every sense of the word, that hurt more. There was that part of her that wanted so fiercely to demand of the fae king what he'd been thinking - no, what he hadn't been thinking - when he'd taken it upon himself to bring her back when she could have been set free of the ache her heart felt every day after he'd walked out of her apartment and her life, or so she'd been so certain of, as she wept until her eyes seemed to run out of tears. Could he, the first she'd ever really loved, truly be such a selfish creature without her having seen it sooner? All the anger, hurt, and confusion wanted her to believe that she'd only been blinded by her feelings, that he'd hidden his true self from her all this time. But, even as she tries to get away from him, there was still a part of her that didn't believe him to be selfish or cruel. Still, there is a part of her soul that believes in what they had.

No matter how much she tried to tell herself she was over him, she wasn't.

Lani leaves him somewhere behind her, but she doesn't have time to take notice of the fact that he was following her. All she can think of is that she needs to get away. She had no idea where she would go, only driven by desperation to see out somewhere quiet where she could have even the smallest and most fragile hope of collecting herself so that she didn't draw attention to herself. Making it around the corner without realizing how quickly he was closing the distance she was trying to put between them, her vision blurred by tears find what would serve as a suitable place to try and recover the shaken strength she'd had earlier, before he'd found her. She ducks into the hallway leading to the public restrooms. There was no one here, no one sitting on the two benches separated by several feet as they waited for their companions to return. If I can just make it into the bathroom... Then she could hide away there, and he would have to eventually leave, right? Her heart is pounding in her chest and delicately pointed ears hidden behind golden hair as she takes perhaps only one or two steps into the hallway and towards the bend in the hall leading to the bathrooms before she is suddenly stopped. His hand grasps her own and the air is very nearly stolen from her in that moment as tugs her to a stand-still. Her skin is ignited by the warmth of his own, a feeling that she never would have dared to think she would feel again in her eternal lifetime. Once, there would have been a blush that would color her fair-skinned cheeks with bashful modesty. Ah, but he had always been so wickedly gifted in the arts of rousing that pink color to her face, so terribly talented in having her heart racing so quickly that she would fear it would burst. But, there is no blush that rises to her cheeks now. That was long ago, before everything changed. Now, there is only pain triggered by the memories and tears threatening to fall.

The fae woman turns to face him then, frozen where she stands. She wants to pull her hand away from his, but she finds that... she can't. And, as soon as as tear-filled baby blues meet hazel, she sees what she hadn't expected. There is pain in his gaze as he very nearly pleads with her, her name spoken with tenor tones that send a ripple through her slender body cause her heart to ache so much that she fears she would collapse then and there. Then, suddenly, a jolt like electricity ignites her and she can feel... guilt... anguish... She knows that these are not her feelings, but what she does not know is that it was her power at work. Like signals between nerves, she feels his pain, and she can't keep those tears from falling now as her heart aches with something altogether new. Yet, she is not the only one subjected to this shock not unlike static electricity the moment he'd touched her hand. In a way, it was much like when one touched a doorknob - and just as alarming, if not more so. Her own feelings travel across this link now connecting them all to her own unknowing, every drop of grief, fear, confusion, anger... and, buried there far beneath the violent onslaught, a love for him that she has tried so desperately to forget but can't. It is this broken part of her heart that has her still, has but two glistening tears trailing over the curve of her cheeks as his voice drowns out all other sound. She is silent, her gaze falling to where his hand holds hers. How she would have once given anything for that very touch... "What is there to talk about, Andras?", she whispers, her voice cracking beneath the sobs that are nearly breaking the cage of her soul that she tries fiercely, almost futilely, to keep them entrapped in."What, after all this time, do you want to say to me?", she asks. Oh, how close she was to falling apart despite every effort she has made to keep herself together as best as she could... and yet, still those words find their way past her lips breathlessly.

She keeps her gaze upon their hands, quickly losing any frayed threads of control she had left.