Am I Already Dead

He just stood there over her, not seeing her stance as any form of authority or standing up for herself. Being strong in the ways she had come from to this point. He wouldn't see it. He was skewed and he didn't know it.

His eyes squinted gently as she made up her... farewell or as he saw it. And before she could turn away whether that was by foot or just in a turn of her head, his paw raised up quickly but not aggressively to wrap up around the top of her foreleg like maybe he had a grip on her. It wasn't so harsh physically though, it was more of some sort of mental control over her. It's not what he saw, or noticed but that was the general idea of grasping at her. That she wouldn't turn away from him. "Azzie..." His voice was quiet there on the beach in front of their once shared bungalow, a look on his face may have told her that he was begging to take her lips before it happened, and of course he would want more just not yet, "I will never be happy as long as I'm away from you." In some twisted way it was a guilt trip. She already knew he was never in the right mindset to know everything he had done wrong, he may have never seen it through his entire life. Only time would tell. He finally went to pull her forward into him, leaning down to kiss her for maybe the last time he thought. He still felt like he could never forgive her.

"Azzurra & Balthier"