Broken Boulder we walk the hillside, lost souls in the moonlight

He was frozen for several beats after she turned, unable to answer; unwilling to answer. Because you don't want to, his mind murmured for him. As far as he knew, that was the truth.
Then it registered— she was leaving. She was abandoning him too. He had finally done it, as he'd known he would— he'd driven everyone away, again. Without thinking, he darted after her, limbs somehow both numb and aching with the effort. He had already run so far, though. Her lead only grew, until finally even her scent was beginning to grow weaker, and he didn't know where he was anymore.
His eyes were too blurred with tears to see, so he didn't even try. When he finally accepted he'd lost her, he could only collapse where he was. It was hours before he moved again.