dreams and wishes

Identification hasn't been herself, she needed to explain herself and the actions that drove them apart. The paste cream woman did not know if he would answer her call or even if he dared to care, she was honestly about to move away when the sounds of another approaching ripped her away from her thoughts.

"I owe an explianation. But also need to seek forgiveness and guidance." His voice threatened to bring tears to her eyes, memories of what she had done to him flooding in her mind. She hated herself to be fair. "I ... I did not mean to do what happened. I don't understand why I've done what I did. I keep going back around to I was becoming jealous." A slow sigh.

A tear threatening to pool out. "I allowed myself to fall hard and fast, maybe I should not have Erebos." A name she thought she'd never speak of again. But here he was, looking down at the waters then up to him. "Life, it's strange.." The woman pawed at a rock, watching it slip into the pool. "I allowed months to pass, due to what I've done. The pain I had caused myself."

She continued on. "I hope that you can find it in yourself to ..." Fic paused. "one day forgive me." Identification looked to him then over her shoulders. "I'm a rogue, you are made for a pack. You deserve much better than what I could have given you 'Bos." She choked as words fell with saddness from her lips. Tears falling now to the ground. She swallowed hard.

"I've hated myself from that day. Thought often enough to just end the pain that I've caused. You did not deserve it." She known she owed him everything. A part of her wanting him even if only friends back into her life. "I however, do not want it to faze you. For you to be scared of others. Jealousy makes you do stupid things. I wanted you to myself. I didn't want to have to share you. So it was easier to push you away by..."

She didn't need to continue as emerald eyes looked up to him. She felt much smaller now, like the scar once more opened up. "I do though want your thoughts on me challanging or creating a pack. I however do not think I am wise enough to do such a task. It's something I owe to someone." That someone was him. That pack she'd fight for would be his. Waiting to see what he'd say next.

"Identification"