Maybe it's a dream

He sat back and let her process the charm. The gift and silent apology to whatever had gone wrong between the two of them. It worried him that they had not been able to see eye to eye, but his loyalty to her was unwavering. He believed in their ability to find common ground, and work towards whatever it was they mutually decided they wanted between them. Maybe it would take some time, maybe there would be misshapes along the way, but that was a part of life.

Wren's own words were beautiful, a willingness to understand and an appreciation for him. He smiled and reached out a paw to lay gently on hers. He was still afraid of commitment. He could feel that as a shadow in his heart, looming over his thoughts and decisions. “Thank you, Wren. And I’m not ready yet to let go of those I’ve lost, but I understand your desire to protect yourself from that loss. To move on and build something new instead of letting it hold you back. If you're willing to wait for me, I want to build something with you. If you're not willing to wait, I understand that, too.”


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