you could love me if i knew how to lie

She didn't believe him. That probably hurt more than anything she could have done. Beat cringed inward, his legs folding slightly, his whole body wobbling with the action. Tears surged forward, dripping down dirtied cheeks. He couldn't say anything. His voice was gone. He could cry, however. With a sob, the boy took off, running as far and fast away from Twig as he could manage. The heartbroken child crashed through the underbrush, branches grabbing at his fur. They scraped at his face, but he just kept going.

Beat paid no attention as he ran and so he didn't see the sharp drop off of a nearing gully until it was too late. Paw slid, trying for traction, but failing. He went over the side, landing on the rocky bottom in a heap. The gully wasn't deep and he wasn't hurt more than a few bruises, but the hurt in his heart surpassed anything physical. The child curled himself into as tight of a ball as he could manage and he cried. Gut wrenching sobs. He tried to bury his face beneath his arms to stifle the sound, but it was no use. He was broken.