Everything felt like it was falling apart. She hadn’t seen Verin in days, and even when they were together, things just felt…off. There’d been no progress toward Eden. Part of her was ready to give up. To crawl back to the glen and reduce back into the shell of a wolf she’d once been there. It was easier being nothing, feeling nothing, when everything else around her was hopeless. Her family was shattered.
Somewhere along the hills, she’d found a small copse not unlike the one she’d once spent days healing in, and curled up, nose pressed tight against the fur at her tail. She didn’t want to ask the next stranger if they’d seen a black wolf with a silver mask and green eyes. Eyes like her father’s. She didn’t want to find that small glimmer of hope that kept her forward.
She was utterly done, exhausted of everything.
So curled up as she was, she simply existed, inhaling shallow, choked breaths into her fur as the sun sunk down the sky. She wasn’t breaking, not yet, but she was close. It was easier not worrying. It was selfish but it was easier.
Jun 06, 2017 01:32 AM
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