Maybe she loves me, Maybe she doesn't
05-01-2014, 02:21 PM
Her legs would fold perfectly around his neck as she pressed herself into his stomach, and he would press his face into her plush neck and continue to sob. He would stay this way for a few minutes, quietly sniffling and trying to calm himself so he could explain the situation to her. He really didn't want to tell her, but he needed to. At least now she could start finding another lover before he passed, he'd hate to leave her completely alone. Gradually he would calm down until he had fallen completely silent, a long and lengthy sigh following his last sniffle. "Because she can't help me..." After a few moments of stillness he would speak, his words a weak whisper for she alone to hear. He would sigh again before continuing, his breathing slightly labored and his voice hoarse and shaky. "I'm dying. I wont live through this winter.... I am so sorry Twig, I... I didn't know how to tell you." |