Not For Me
09-26-2014, 10:38 PM
He was dreading every step he took. He didn't want to come here, but he knew he had to. It should have been obvious he was avoiding her, and though it could have been the average "Nervous about proposing" but this was a boyfriend/girlfriend kind of thing, this was not going to be a pleasant meeting. Caeto stood at the border line of Whistling Willows, moments felt like hours as he stared in between the trunks and vines. And he thought if he should even enter the woods. This was their home, and though there was no real pack or lines of their scents, he thought it appropriate to stay back. He took a breath, letting out what sounded like a cry instead of a howl, but held it back once again and took a moment to look at the trees once again. Maybe he shouldn't have come here, maybe he should have just never came back. But what if she needed closer, what if he did? Hell let lose on his heart, and he couldn't take it. But he wasn't sure if he could survive this either. He finally let out a long howl. His eyes fell to the ground as he waited. More moments felt like days passing by. |
