July 13, 2018, 10:04 PM
He stopped at Aditya's no, but he did not turn. Hurt spread through his chest, warm and aching like a wound gushing blood.
I can't,The words were half-whispered, choked; he meant them. A shiver spread through him, intensifying slowly and turning almost violent in the last beat before it faded.
I'm sorry. I can't.It was all he could offer the golden wolf, taking another step forward and beginning again his journey home. He did not rush; Aditya could stop him again, but he didn't expect he would. Some slim, feeble part of him hoped he might— but a larger part of him knew better, knew it was best to leave anyway. He continued on, gaze trained to the ground.
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we are a hurricane; drop our anchors in a storm - by Alarian - July 08, 2018, 10:31 PM
RE: we are a hurricane; drop our anchors in a storm - by Aditya - July 09, 2018, 10:42 PM
RE: we are a hurricane; drop our anchors in a storm - by Alarian - July 09, 2018, 11:34 PM
RE: we are a hurricane; drop our anchors in a storm - by Aditya - July 11, 2018, 09:28 PM
RE: we are a hurricane; drop our anchors in a storm - by Alarian - July 11, 2018, 10:34 PM
RE: we are a hurricane; drop our anchors in a storm - by Aditya - July 13, 2018, 09:45 PM
RE: we are a hurricane; drop our anchors in a storm - by Alarian - July 13, 2018, 10:04 PM
RE: we are a hurricane; drop our anchors in a storm - by Aditya - July 18, 2018, 06:06 PM