Never Gonna Dance Again
03-31-2014, 10:24 PM
| Imena |
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She laid there with her jaws having a tight grip upon her foreleg. The pain, a physical pain, one she could treat and heal, one she knew would heal; was a heaven sent gift to her depressed mind. So wrapped up in the wonderment, to small escape she had found she could deal with, she had not noticed Caerul barge in. Her sky blue eyes, that had been so full of life and love with Cael around were now dull and dead. She stared down at her leg, watching the blood trickle around it. She was slightly fascinated with it. The damage to her leg would be obvious to others but not life threatening and any manner. She wanted to do it again and again, then she could go and treat her wounds, providing something for her mind to do. But before she could Caerul's harsh voice made her jump. Her head snapped up to look at him blankly for a few moments till she seemed to realize who he was. She tried to tuck her leg under her but knew it was far too late. He was more than likely seen it all. Her gaze fell from his face, face contorting in pain once more as her body sober silently. She curled up, wishing he would not see her this way, feared he would call for Erani right away, fear the disappointment in his eyes. A glance was dared as she looked up at him, pleading, begging, she just wanted the pain to all go away.Why...why did he leave me? She croaked out in a hoarse voice. She wanted to run to Caerul and bury herself into him. But what would he think of her now? Seeing her weak and destroying herself? |