road to transformation

When he speaks, she finally allows herself to relax, adjusting her position to be less on his ribs, but she still has a limb slung across him possessively, as if she's worried that if she takes it away, he'll continue his stupid retreat back to the isle. He'd probably trip down the stairs and break his neck at this rate. Her voice was softer than it had been in a long time. “I've never wanted anyone else you stupid fool, I'm not sure I could. But I've never been so hurt either. You think I wanted to die?” She took her paw off his face to wipe away her tears and she looked away from him. “It hurt. It still hurts.” Her sniffles were getting worse, if she wasn't careful, she'd start coughing next. Maybe the window wasn't such a terrible way to go? “I'm terribly worried we won't be able to fix us. No matter how we try, so I'm afraid to even bother if it only means getting hurt like that again.”

Abraxas above but she hated being vulnerable. It was so, messy, and her eyes would be all gross and red and puffy. Urgh, how could he possibly have feelings for someone that looked like that?

“Speech.”