Gilded Bay see the mountains where they meet, smothering me

it's too easy to let her paws carry her back to him, though her steps are slow and heavy. there is some magnetic force both pulling her to him and warding her away, telling her to turn back. she abides the former with no small amount of shame, meeting his gaze a bit sullenly as she approaches. she almost resents him, for making her choose this. she just loves him too much to truly care as much as she knows she should. she moves to embrace him despite her soaked fur if he allows it, trembling. it's not your fault, athris. i love you too, the words taste sickly sweet, and nausea bubbles up in her throat, but she swallows it back and presses closer to him. she tries to convince herself that she believes her own words. it's not his fault. it's not. it's her own.