Endless Fire

When she finally got off of him could he feel like he could breathe again. A soft, almost silent whine pulled from his throat, but he just laid there. He knew, almost instinctually, that if he tried to flee, she would be on him again. And he deserved it, oh he deserved it. He deserved everything for not being around, just like she had said. His shoulder throbbed, at the thought, and he would clench his jaw again. Failed, how? Well, lets see shall we? He would sigh a pitched breath, closing his eyes again as he felt her pity being pressed into his skin, her tongue on the wound she caused. He almost wanted to jerk away, but instead he just laid there and stared up at the stars.

"I-I failed..." He whispered so softly, his voice heartbroken. "I-I w-wasn't there...for anyone...I c-couldn't d-do i-it.." He whimpered, brows furrowing again. "I-I'm n-not good enough..." With that he'd roll away to get back onto his paws, wincing as he put weight on his heart shoulder but he wouldn't look at it. He'd get to it later...at some point. "I-I'm..n-not g-g-good enough, Lillie..." He whimpered again, staring at the grass under his paws. "I'll j-just l-let y-you all d-down.." His eyes closed tightly then, and he refused to look at her. He couldn't help this wave of depression, his heart hammering in his chest. He just wanted to make them all happy, but he couldn't seem to do that. "Patetico... dovrei lasciare..." He cried almost silently, his head hung and turned from her.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"