The Hope That I Have Left

Ulric struggled to read her expression, but it was at least obvious to see how she shut down and withdrew from the entire situation. He wanted to reach out to her and fix everything, give her the world just to make her feel better, but he didn't know how. He didn't know if it was even something that he could fix even if he gave her his entire heart, dedicated himself to her, promised that they would work together to get his children on board... would that be enough? He didn't know. He got the feeling that this was more than just about him, but sometimes it seemed like getting her to tell him what was going on in her head felt more difficult than anything else they had faced thus far.

When she attempted to slip past him and head toward the door, he started to lift his paw to stop her, but ultimately let it fall back to the ground with a defeated sigh, looking toward the ground as he let her go. His chest squeezed painfully with hurt and emotion that he didn't know how to process and as he sat in the empty room with his head hanging dejectedly he felt like he was at a complete loss of what to do. Did he just cut the ties here? Go back to focusing on just his children alone? Or did he try to repair this fledgling relationship with her and follow this little desire in his heart to build something more with her?

He sat there for a few moments longer before pulling himself to his paws and forcing himself to return to his room, shutting out the world as he crawled under one of the large furs that were spread across his bed. The answer was not something he was going to find tonight and waiting for her to come back wouldn't help either of them. He laid there staring at the wall in the darkness while he struggled to find any scrap of sleep.

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