The Sentinels alphonsine

And as she spoke, as she refused him, he felt his heart breaking over again. Over, and over, it was always the way of things. Why could he never have what he wanted? A family that loved him; a man to call his own, without fear, without scrutiny; his sister back, his Deirdre for himself, anything.

He shook his head, unable to listen. Ou can, ou will, with mwen by ou'r side. And thus he burrowed his face against her, a soft whine behind his lips, her scent sweet upon the air. Not foreva. Jus.. Wid me, someweyr? A day, deu, please, he was begging her as the tears began again, wetting her pale fur. Dampening her with his depression. Ou love mwen, Deirdre. Do dis, please, for mwen, he dissolved at this point in to soft sounds, and sobbing.