A beat without a Bass

He could almost feel her tears welling within her, threatening to fall. And it was all his fault. He flinched away from her, her words cutting him like knives. His ears lay flat against his skull as he curled slightly, just wanting to vanish. Young, they were both so young. But all these big adult things were crushing them like a vice, pushing them away and driving a wedge between them. He just kept shaking his head as she spoke, her words sounding distorted as she pulled away and cried. He let his head thump against the earth, not caring about the slight sting that buzzed up his jawline. Nothing was as painful as her words, nothing hurt as much as seeing her cry did. He felt broken and abused, like he had just ruined the young girls life.

He could hardly speak, his head whipping up to gaze softly at her tear stained face. This was his fault, his doing. "I don't want to leave Cec, I never want to leave you side. I want to ask you to come away with me, but I don't want you to have to leave your family. Bring them too Cecily, and just come away with me." His vocals were begging with her, even though he was going through his own dilemma in saying this. She would never leave her mom, he knew that. And yet, and yet he still asked her. He still wished to take her away, even though he felt bad. He just wanted this to all go away, for all these problems to just vanish. As she cried out Bass threw his paws over his ears, trying to drown out the sound. "I just don't know what to do Cec. I want you by my side always." He whispered, just wishing that those tears would stop.

"Speech"
'thoughts'