This loss feels like a welcome home

He forgot himself. His possessiveness got away from him. She had just told him her feelings for him, and he had knocked them gently away. He didn’t mean to continue opening the wound. The need to remind himself that she was his was so strong. Sometimes, he wondered how he got through the day without locking all the wolves he loved in one room. Safe.

It hurt, when she stepped away from him. It hurt like he had hurt her, with his gentle touch and burning eyes.

A part of him almost held onto her. For a second, a brief, startling second, he started to grip her tightly again. But he did not hold on, and when she pulled away, she would do so without resistance. He let his paw fall to the ground with a soft click.

“Tamsyn…” He said softly, gritting his teeth. He was cruel, sometimes too cruel. Releasing the things he loved would always be his greatest struggle. He closed his eyes for a moment, pushing away his fervor. “... I don’t know how to draw a line.”


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