Life Ain't Always Beautiful

“Yes… yes of course”he said softly, feeling stiff and numb as he pulled himself to his paws. He looked back at Zee then, lying on the floor. Looking small and fragile in a way she never had before. He realised he was afraid to leave her again. If he blinked, or stepped away. If his eyes weren’t trained on her for even a breath, he would lose her again.

It grew in him like a panic attack, and his breathing quickened. He took another step to the door and a feeling like vertigo rushed over him. Or was that blood loss? Perhaps his insanity wasn’t entirely due to his unhinged state… or maybe it was, but there was something else there as well. Some of the blood dripping from his coat was too fresh. He looked to it, then away. His eyes going back to Zee. Couldn’t leave her. Couldn’t walk away. He couldn’t do it. “I… I’m sorry Zee, I can’t” the fool couldn’t fifull even this one request. He sunk back to the floor, pulled himself closer to her. Uncertain if she would pull away. His motions achingly slow and careful, searching for any sign of fear or hurt in her as he moved to slowly wrap a paw about her and pull her close. He could not get her her coat, but he could warm her with his own body.


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