The Stars Are My Chandelier
07-08-2014, 08:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-08-2014, 08:57 PM by Misha.)
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dancin' in the dark in the pale moonlight She would close her eyes and let a few tears fall, letting it go. But, no. She couldn't let all of it go. Especially here, in front of the male. And during a snow storm, she couldn't really find any place to escape her depressive state of mind. So, there she lay, sobbing away at her real feelings that she locked herself away from everyday and cried herself to sleep. Her dreams consisted of what great of a family her and her parents would have made, and possibly even having a better life when her old mate was in it. Sure, she was already part of the Tortuga pack, but she wanted was to be accepted for who she was by as many wolves as it would be allowed. ~Exit Misha~ |