Burning (A one-shot story)
For that fleeting moment, he held her gaze and many emotions erupted inside of her. The heat began to creep into her face, when suddenly she decided to turn on her heel and walk briskly toward the corn fields. She couldn't let him see- never let him know the feelings that longed for him. Never show the hurt caused by the betrothal to her best friend. No. She would drown those feelings into the recesses of her mind, and remain silent. But Nakoma knew it was futile. She would continue loving him and longing for him, as she had for the longest time.
The towering trees overhead brought in shifting rays of moon, lighting her way. She wasn't sure where she was going, but knew that it was best to stay away from the person that caused her so much agony. Her footsteps were silent and measured. With each stride, she felt the familiar sadness slowly starting to creep in, until finally she stopped and leaned against a sycamore with the tears cascading down her face. She sank to the floor and let herself go; all the pain, the love, longing, desperation, hope. It was time to let go, when she didn't want to.
Nakoma heard a crack then and instantly sat up straight, staring into the trees. She narrowed her eyes and saw a tall figure approaching her in the shadows. A sliver of moonlight revealed his face to be none other than the person that she had run away from. Why was he here?
"K-Kocoum…what are you doing here?" she stammered confused. "You should be back with the tribe preparing for the wedding. You have to do the rituals." Hastily, she wiped away the tears on her face. He could never know.
"I saw you taking off into the woods and was worried. You know it's not safe out here during the night. I don't think I could bear it if something happened to you."
She looked at him, trying to understand his words, and suddenly felt a slight hostility: "What do you mean 'you couldn't bear it'? Don't come here playing mind games with me. You're supposed to be with Pocahontas right now."
He was kneeling in front of her then, and unexpectedly, did something surprising for a man of his character. He took her small hand in his own and gently kissed it, branding her with the burn of his touch. She quietly pulled her hand away and spoke uncertainly. "I don't know what you're doing…but it's not right. You know it's not right."
"Nakoma," he said slowly. "I'm not a man that expresses his feelings well and you know me better than anyone. So, bear with me while I say this: I cannot do this. I cannot marry someone that is not my soulmate, the person that shares my spirit. It is unjust."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm…What I'm trying to say…is.." Kocoum seemed to have trouble with his sentiments, but after a moment he sighed and inhaled a breath, before exhaling, "I love you."
Everything came crashing down around her. This could not be; but, no sooner had she exploded in emotional pandemonium, then Kocoum leaned in and sent the fire ablaze throughout her soul.