Two Broken Hearts

Haiku graced her with his typical, 'good ol' boy' smile and moved towards her. The woman's throat clenched tightly and she shook her head, trying to set her thoughts in line. Panic was beginning to grip her and suddenly this seemed like a bad idea. They could continue going on like this, right? She would continue to sleep with Haiku at night and would go off with Artorias when she pleased. It had worked so far, so why couldn't it continue? Internally, the copper and snow fae answered her own question. Artorias had the entirety of her heart. She loved Haiku, but she wasn't in love with him. Pretending that everything was the same... well... it was too close to a lie.

Tears had filled emerald eyes the moment that he looked at her and they spilled over, running down the fae's snowy cheeks. Then he kissed her forehead and it was all over. A strangled sob pulled from Bowen and she pressed her small body against his wide, comforting chest. "I'm sorry," she choked out, unable to form other words just yet. It simply seemed right to start with an apology. Bowen continued to cry into Haiku's chest, sobs and gasps wracking her slender frame as she got it all out. Well, not all of it out, but some of it. Enough to let her speak.

"You never should have found me," she whispered against the man's soaked fur, giving a sniffle after. "It would have been easier and I wouldn't have to hurt you." Words were difficult to find for a situation such as this. Truly, she had no right to cry to him. Though she hurt, she would be the one spreading that pain to him. He should hate her for it. Perhaps he would once she was able to give him reason.

"Bowen"