I don't want to talk about it, just want to fall to pieces

Emile felt so cold, as Bowen extracted herself all he could feel was the sudden absence of her warmth. Her words drove into him, his ears pulling back and he began to shaking his head. No he hadn't thought that! He was horrified to learn what had really happened to her of course he didn't think she'd wanted that. With every word she spoke the boy curled further and further into himself. A rational wolf might have lashed out, might have pointed out she'd asked him what was wrong and now she was lashing out at him for him sharing his point of view... But there was no space for rationality in him anymore, only emotionality. He heard her call him selfish and he took it to heart, guilt rising up to clog his throat. She walked away, left him again and Emile stayed there, his face buried in his forelimbs and his body shuddering with the force of his sobs.

Finally, he uncurled himself, he was tired, so tired. Emile shuffled off to his room, whatever plans he'd had for the rest of the day forgotten, now feeling like they'd been made a million years ago. Emile dug himself a new nest in the pile of blankets on the floor, enclosing himself in the dark and the warmth. Emile curled up on himself and cried himself to sleep, praying he'd never wake up again, it was what he deserved.

-Exit Emile via sleep-  



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