Never Meant To Hurt You

No matter what Bowen thought Haiku couldn’t forget the fact that she chose Artorias over him, he wasn’t good enough for her or at the least not right. However great his qualities were, they were not what Bowen needed, so he was the inferior. He knew that fact would haunt him for a very long time. No matter what he did he could not be the one she needed. Like he told her earlier, it should have been a good thing. He could find happiness knowing she was taken care of in every way that he couldn’t. He couldn’t be what she needed, he couldn’t have her. He would never accept that she was anything but perfect, and he was the one that didn’t measure up to her needs.

For now though he tried to forget that he was going to have to let her go, for now she was his. She made him feel whole as he struggled with the loss of his father. She was here for him to slowly accept the way things would have to be. For tonight he could keep his arms around her, and for a few moments pretend like they would be given a happily ever after. She didn’t protest as he carried her to shelter and curled around her there. She reciprocated without hesitation. Her own slender limbs clinging to him as they settled down.

Bowen pressed herself against him just like it was any other day together, and the normalcy helped relieve much of the tension that lingered in his body. What really brought him from the depression that was creeping in were the sweet little kisses she placed upon his wet fur. His heart yearned for her and Haiku held her tighter to him, and very carefully shifted his muzzle towards hers. It started with a sweet caress as he breathed her in and slowly shifted to press his lips to hers. He waded through the pain and despair as he craved the light Bowen brought to his life.

"Bowen & Haiku"