when the world is falling apart

Basilisk stumbled through the Col, senseless to his surroundings. The pain blazing across his face was nothing to the pain and shame rending through his heart. He had gone to tell Hazel that his true feelings for her were that of a best friend. The sort of wolf that you watched the sunset with, sat up all night drinking alcohol you stole from your adopted mother and complained about the wolves around.

He did not expect it to go well, but this… this. It was late enough that he didn't encounter anyone as he stumbled along. There was blood dripping into his eye, and he knew he should seek out a healer. Find Ollie. He didn’t, instead he didn’t stop until he was in her painter's den. It was private, and quiet. He did not expect to be there. He sank to his stomach on the cold stone floor. It hurt, it hurt so much. What had he done?


"Speech"