It was unbelievably hard to hear Othello's words, he had loved this girl once, in fact she was quite possibly his first love, the first to take his heart. He had put in his past now, it had been the only way he had been able to protect his heart when she had joined this pack with another male so shortly after their own fall out.
The boy would whimper softly, a sound he could not hold within at her next words, at the ones saying how she had missed him. He didn't need to hear this, he could not, there was already more drama then he could handle in his life and he would not not be the reason for breaking up a family, not now nor ever. ?You have such beautiful children othello, children born of both you and Scoprion. Maybe it is, maybe it is not the life you wanted but it is the one you have now. I will never forget you Othello, and always will I come if you call or need me, but never again will we have what we had. Your children bind you to another in a way that I would never, ever break, and you need to understand that? his speech was turning into a whisper and he was forced to stop, to look away. Again there was all this emotion burning in his gut, how did she had the power to bring him such sadness? Surely it was not fair. But she was his past now, and loving her was something that belonged there, no matter what either of them might want.
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