Relapse

As she tried to push him away, he staggered back- obviously not from the force she applied. It seemed her words startled him to some degree. He was just feeling all sorts of emotion today. As she propped herself up on the wall, she took her free paw and tucked it against the cut across her throat. Pulling her paw away, she could see the glisten of blood soaking her charcoal grey fur. With a grumble of annoyance, she pushed the back of her paw against the fresh injury to try and pressure it to clot. He demanded more information in a single word- What? Though she continued on in her explanation without any need for further prompting.

Suddenly, he rushed toward her once again- in which she sank back into the wall, tucking her chin to the side as she clenched her eyes tightly waiting for another impact. But as his paw struck the wall beside her head, she chanced a look in his direction. Even with her explanation, he seemed desperate. He answered her with questions of his own. What did he look like? What did he smell like? “He was dark, off-black and black-“ Aurelia tried to answer him but was cut off with another question. “Nobody, there was nobody else-“ But that time she cut herself off. Narrowing her gaze, she held his eye contact a moment before moving on from the reassurance he demanded of her. “You know what, take it or leave it! That’s what happened, if you don’t believe me that’s your problem! I’ve never blatantly lied to you.” Not that she felt the need to justify herself. She had begun getting used to the egotistical maniac. This frantic nonsense he kept spouting off was getting old far quicker than she could have ever anticipated.

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