Make me forget
02-11-2015, 11:56 PM
Through his scent was strong within his den, it would turn out he would not be home. She hadn't bothered to check when she had collapsed, senseless outside his home, but would realize this now as he approached behind her. He called out her name, and that soft and gentle voice, that strange accent, and the way he caressed the syllables of her title. She groaned and managed to pull her head from the earth to look at him, through she must look a terrible sight. Her fur was soaked and mattered, her eyes dulled and pained, and her sudden lack of confidence and exhaustion was so clear in the painful way she held herself. It was safe to say, that Motif felt like shit, and unlovable. He had asked her if she was alright, and she was uncertain how to reply, I mean the obvious answer was no that she didn't know if she might ever feel alright again, but how could she tell him that? How could she burden him with such a thing, when he wasn't ready to commit to her, when all they shared was the child. Yet, even as she wallowed in her self pity she drew herself up and forced a wobbly smile upon her lips “Shai, I.. I was looking for you' she said, shaking out her coat in attempt to put some order in it. |
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