Potential breakup song

Gods he wanted to hold her. He wanted to wrap her in his arms, wanted to bury his face in her fur, wanted to kiss her all over... But he didn't, instead settling just for the little contact they already had. She was, in truth, his oldest friend it wasn't surprising she could tell there was something on his mind. He smiled softly, a few false starts pulling open his mouth before he'd close it again as he thought better of his words.

Finally when he did speak his tone was soft and he had his gaze on the horizon as if lost in his own memories, which maybe he was. "You already know me and my family weren't exactly on the best of terms..." He managed a dry chuckle. "They made me feel like I was lesser than, all because of my father. I know I've told you before you made me like my ears, but I really don't know how to explain how totally it decimated my self-worth. It never mattered to them that I had my mother's colors and markings, had her horns... All they could see was my pelt, my stature... my ears. All of them were my father in me." He flicked his head from side, knowing his ears would flop as he did so. "You were the first wolf I met who saw those things about me and didn't just see how much they mimicked my father. You saw me." Mojito laughed again, this time it was light.

"I recognize now I was putting you on a pedastle, but to me you were the most amazing wolf I'd ever met." Mojito closed his eyes, feeling the surge of emotion rolling over him. "That's when I fell for you, and I've been chasing after you ever since. Literally and figuratively."

"I know you might not believe but I've not regretted a moment of our time, and I especially can not regret the thing that gave us such a perfect daughter." He turned to look at the woman, he leaned towards her slightly, drinking in her scent.

"But it's for her that I've come to realize how much better I need to do, for her and for myself." He closed his eyes again, taking a few deep breathes. "Because I realized I don't know who I am without you. When I told you I loved you the first time... When you told me you could not be happy with just one wolf, it was like my legs had been taken out from under me. I started to wonder if there was anything I could have done to be good enough, if I was wrong somehow. I know that's not true but it wasn't hard to fall back onto those old feelings of being rejected for being born." He opened his eyes.

"And I know that's not fair of me to put on you. The last thing I want is to ask you to change. But Satira... Gods she's perfect. I look at her and I see you in so much of her, but her eyes, some of her pelt her ears... Those are mine, and yet she's still perfect." His voice caught for a moment. "And I've realized she deserves a father who doesn't hate the parts of himself that she took from him, she deserves a father who can instill in her a proper sense of self. And I deserve to feel wanted."

"Asla," he searched for her gaze then, "I love you, and I probably always will. But whatever amount it is we can say we were 'together'... It has to end. I need to give myself the room to learn who I am outside of chasing after you and you- You deserve someone who isn't jealous like I am, who won't hold you up to unfair expectations." He didn't know if he could even say they were together, but he hoped she could understand. No more private moments between their duties, no more kissing, and perfect as their daughter was... they could never do that again either. He looked away again, feeling his voice falter as he spoke again before he would fall silent and wait...

"But I still want you in my life." It was selfish, the last selfish thing he would ask of her. To lose her completely, it would probably break him.

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