This loss feels like a welcome home

Shame flooded him deeply. He didn’t know what had come over him. His emotions had been out of control. In the last few days he had been bouncing around from pain and helplessness and loneliness and hurt. Thinking that in that moment he had hurt Tamsyn, or that she had burned, burned to death well he stood there and did nothing? It was too much.

But he had taken advantage of her. She had been shocked awake as well, and he had grabbed her, and pulled her into it. Tamsyn, whose Wife lay locked up in the dungeons beneath the keep. Whos family was slowly breaking apart while she watched.

And Zee
Oh, god, Zee.

His Wife's body was barely in the ground, and he was kissing another woman. He was crying again. He was so sick of crying, of the horrible helplessness and rage and grief. He had never cried so much before in his life. He staggered to his paws - forgetting for a moment, that he was injured. He placed weight on the paw pad Art had skewered straight through, and cried out as it refused to hold him, forcing him down to the ground again. He was a mess. He couldn’t look at her, he couldn’t meet her eyes. He didn’t want to see the judgment in them. “Forgive me” he whispered.

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