Sunbeam Lair The Dark of the Matinèe

If only Ezimette had stayed... He hated her so much for leaving, yet loved her so much it was almost insane. Hell, this was insanity. If this wasn't insanity, someone had to define it for him. If she had never left, they would have a family by now. He could be a daddy, he knew she had wanted it, but it was all too late now. Yet, if she was to return, he could see himself falling for the same trick again and again. He was desperate for love, yet too scared to start anything serious. He didn't know what he needed anymore.

As his name was called by a young boy's voice, he let out a low rumbling sound that was not yet a growl but also not a happy greeting. It was enough to answer the question. He wasn't sleeping, how could he with all these voices? Tears stained his paw that was still shielding his eyes from the light and the sight of a boy he had once considered to be family.