the distance from me to where you'd be

Because his heart had just been ripped apart Indigo was able to confess what he felt for Gypsy. The emotion didn’t feel real anymore, not with Aslatiel gone. So as close as he could let himself get to love, that was how he felt for the sweet white marked woman. He never had to say it, she knew and had known all along. Aslatiel was the one who had his heart, but he cared deeply for these wolves he brought together and Gypsy held a special place in his life. She squeezed his neck with her slender arms and kissed his brow before she reminded him that he wasn’t alone, that she was always going to be there beside him. She wouldn’t leave, she wouldn’t put on a mask. Gypsy wouldn’t break his heart.

Indigo buried his features into the soft fur of her chest while he held her tight. He exhaled softly and tried to relax, tried to embrace that sweet numbness that held him before. The tiny girl that held him in return offered all of her comfort, every affection she had. She changed for him, because of him. He’d saved her and now their destiny was intertwined. Defeated he sobbed softly into her fur, hiding nothing from her. She asked to see everything and he didn’t hold his emotions back from her. He knew showing her now in the raw aftermath he would be able to collect and compose himself sooner. For now he would mourne what he lost and cling to Gypsy for his life.