Was that compassion she was feeling in the pit of her stomach? Empathy? Sympathy? Or unease? Unease to know that someone, just as her, was pained in more ways than not. It was completely unlike Safira to ever put herself in another wolf’s paws. To try to understand how they would feel, how they were feeling. But here she was, actually listening. Actually feeling something for this sad stranger. He had seemed to be through a lot, and though she had too, she hadn’t given up. Not yet at least. Was it because of her age? Had she just not experienced enough hurt to make her completely cynical of anything good and well in this world? Or was she just stronger than the male in front of her?
Safira wasn’t sure.
Nor was she sure she ever wanted to find out.
In fact, she was happier now, she assumed. She was alone, sure. She was pained, yeah. But at least she wasn’t stuck doing another wolves bidding, compromising herself for the likes of others. Instead she was finally free and while that might mean she would be alone forever with no real place to call home and though it might mean she would never find her real family, perhaps that was all for the better. She too had done awful things. She too had gone against what she thought was right in the moment, but here she was, still standing, still trying.
Why couldn’t he?
Her ears fell back momentarily as he spoke of his past. It really was a sad story. An interesting one at that, but still heart wrenchingly sad. And unfortunately, Safira couldn’t bring herself to even try to be witty. To laugh at how far they’d come or put a twist on things with her dark humor. She couldn’t act sarcastic and unamused or uncaring in that moment. Because for a wolf, much like herself, who had seen and done terrible things in life, she knew not even that would help.
They would be haunted by their past for as long as they lived.
It was just their punishment.
But that didn’t mean they had to give up nor should they. This man in front of her had to be stronger than that, right? He had to be.
“Our pasts, both, seem troubled. Filled with bad luck everywhere we turn.” She paused for a moment as her voice spilled into the night. She had to remind herself, she was off the grid, for a moment. Her past was not something she wanted to speak of. Just in case it would come back to her in a physical form. “I understand why you came back. I’ve done much the same before. But you need to look forward. You need to be stronger than what you’ve been given, you need to take those cards that life has given you and turn them upside down. Find something good through all the sadness and pain, or else you’ll just shrivel away and die.” Her voice was smooth as she spoke, holding some form of confidence she didn’t really know she could have in these types of situations. She actually sounded like she knew what she was talking about. Weird.
Safira sighed, more to herself than for the male in front of her. Shit sucked in this life. But you had to play the cards how you got them and sometimes, in the end, you had to face the music and think about yourself. “She probably won’t come back. I won’t lie to you. When wolves leave, that’s normally for good.” She knew that better than anyone. “But all of this, everything that’s happened to you, does not mean you have to give up. Life sucks and it’ll probably just get worse, from my experience, that’s all that life is. It’s not your fault either. It’s just how fate goes. But maybe somewhere out there, if you try, if you look for it again and give it another chance, you’ll find some sort of happiness again.”
Safira swallowed, trying for a second to take her own advice.
“I’ve heard it’s the little things that make life worth it. Through all the bad and shitty, those little moments of happiness is what matters. You just need to find that again.” She took in another breath, her voice still soft and smooth as she spoke; not once faltering, “You need to move on, Argus. Forgive yourself, you have suffered enough. Truly, from what you’ve told me, you’ve done your time. Think about yourself for once, let yourself breathe and maybe along the way there will be a small glimmer of hope that can turn into something more, ya’know?”
Jul 11, 2017 01:19 PM — Post #12
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