It was an arduous journey, but Poet had finally made it home after a few days. At first he wasn’t even sure where he was headed; he just walked in a direction and stuck with it. It was by pure chance he’d picked the direction that the range stood in and now he was back.
Sitting dangerously close to the edge of a cliff that overlooked the sea thousands of feet below, shrouded in fog.
The fog made it hard to tell if there was even water directly below or if it was playing a trick on the eyes and masked hard rock at the bottom. There was only one way he’d find out, Poet thought.
But soon that thought was overshadowed by hundreds of other thoughts, all of them memories of his past and of his sister. A sister that no longer knew him despite all the hardships they endured together as well as the smiles and laughter they shared. And he left her crying, cowering underneath another male who’s clearly replaced Poet in her life, though in a different way. At the time he was blinded by frustration and anger, both at himself and at the fact that he was losing the one wolf he was closest to. But now…now he just felt guilty all over again.
Still, he couldn’t understand how she didn’t even recognize him. Not even for a second. Perhaps he’d never meant anything to her like she did to him. Perhaps she was just using him as a scapegoat for happiness since he was always the one having to deal with the consequences of his actions and she, on the other hand, always watched from the sidelines. She’d get lectured and yelled at, but that was merely a slap on the wrist compared to what Poet had to experience. Even so, he was stupid enough to do it over and over again just to see her smiling and happy. Even if it was just for a second.
But now he was no longer a brother to her. He went from close kin to absolutely nothing. And nothing could rake at his heart harder than that fact. At least while the storm cloud hovered over him wherever he went, causing his emotions to strike uncontrollably. So as he sat dangerously close to his edge, he contemplated life below. It would only take a second to just…
He lifted a forelimb and dangled it in the air over the ninety-degree drop, as if testing what it might feel like to freefall for thousands of feet. And soon his neck craned over with his limb and a mix of emotion flooded his senses once again, clouding every rational thought in his mind as he got a clearer view down below. He didn’t feel like himself anymore.
He wasn’t himself anymore.
Not only that, but it was pouring rain again. Poet didn’t even notice.
May 10, 2016 12:05 AM
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