Shadewood lonely man of winter

phone post

was it too much to ask, her question on how things were going to be okay? should she have taken the fault statements and wrapped them around her like a comforting blanket? her friend was silent, the man that would not be connected to her in more ways than one had nothing to say.

static filled her mind as she tried to think of a story that would fit, why would she be sad for the children growing within her? if it was just a one night stand, she would not be this distraught. could she lie and say she was forced? the crying bard shook her head against his chest as he comforted her. this was a mess, she was a mess.

"i'm sorry." she whispered into his fur.