Laid up in bed with a broken heart
10-28-2014, 09:59 PM
He would finally rise, though she didn't fully process the movement. His head hung low to the ground, his guilt evident. But it wasn't enough. She didn't care how guilty he was, or how much he had regretted it, he had still done it. His words fell on deaf ears, slipping in one grey ear and out the other. He could be as sorry as he wanted. He could regret it as much as he wanted. It would make no different. Like a slap to the face, her body would remember how to function. She would see the tears well up in his eyes, but she remained unmoved. Without so much as a word, she would pivot away from him, the stench that clung to his pelt was suffocating her. Long limbs would carrying her away from him, her movements stiff and mechanical. Her eyes stared straight ahead, seeing nothing as they guided her to an unknown destination. Everything had been shattered into a million little pieces, and now it was time for her to pick them up. She had never felt rejection before this, and it stung. Rejection hurt unlike anything she had ever experienced. There was not a single flesh would she knew of that could amount to the damage that had been done to her fragile heart. Twigs would snag at her pelt as she broke into frantic run once she was out of sight, she didn't care if he tried to follow or if he called for her, she needed to be as far away from him as possible right now. -exit- |
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