Squirrels Are Friends, Not Food
07-23-2014, 07:24 PM
Winter was glad she had followed him into the safety of the cave - though, he could not say the same about her little rat. The storm would soon consume the lands with all its force. Thunder continued to shake the ground and lightning illuminated the sky. The lightning now being the only source of light for day had been devoured by the darkness of clouds. Thoughts growled through his mind as the thunder did all the world around them. How would he approach the subject? Maybe he should not bring it up to her just yet. But he needed to. She deserved to know and so, he would tell her his truths. What's worse? The rat would now get to hear his truth as well and so it would probably be known to all the world, but. . . at least it would no longer be contained inside his soul. He accepted her warm touches - touches in which he was scared would no longer be his after he spoke of his past, but it had to be done. And so he decided to speak all of it at once and not "beat around the bush." Misha. . . You see. . . I was in a relationship before us. I did not love her, no. In fact, it was probably not even "like." We kind of had pups together, unintentionally on my part. And me, being the rogue I was. . . abandoned them all. But, in truth, I think I was running from the possibility of being tied down and loving someone other than myself. Those you love can hurt you a million times more than any other for they hold your heart. Please don't think ill of me. That's not me now. I would never do that to you, this I promise. Misha. . You have taught me so much. I want to love you. I want to be with you and cherish you and protect you. You and our unborn puppies. I was young then and foolish. . . He would trail off his sentence - it turning into a whisper. Winter hoped she would not think ill of him after he told her what weighed upon his heart. my actions | my words | my thoughts |