Never Meant To Hurt You

It was the end of the line for Bowen and Haiku. After she had told the man about how torn she felt between him and Artorias, they had agreed that the best thing was for Haiku to return to Abaven. Bowen was still incredibly torn. She loved Haiku. There was no denying that. She would always love Haiku. There was simply this sort of manic devotion to Artorias, an almost worship, that would never allow Bowen to be what Haiku needed or deserved. Haiku would forever and always be her best friend, even if she wasn't his.

The pair made the long trek back to Abaven together. Bowen hadn't wanted him to go alone. They made small talk, but most of the time the caramel and cream fae was sick with sadness. She never wanted this. Never wanted to hurt him. As the pair neared the rapids and the scent of pack hung thick in the air, Bowen sighed. Russet ears pressed back into her skull and she seemed to shrink in on herself a bit. There was so much that she wanted to say, but she continued to be silent. This was hard enough on Haiku as it was. Telling him about her regrets wouldn't make it any better or easier.

"Bowen & Haiku"