Wapun Meadow Day Tripper

No. 

Her words barely registered. Ears flattened while his eye wandered the dirt below his feet, Rosencrantz backed up to create distance between them again, shuffling his feet as he tried to make sense of what was happening. No. He repeated softly. He had only been away from Rusalka's border for a little over one week, and one thing after another it beat him down. 

Even now, while rest was just a reach away, that beautiful peace of mind that he yearned for so long had vanished like smoke. Burning away his insides as the fires did with his face, nothing but smoke and ash with nothing to show than scars and ghost pains. No... No... No... No... Shaking his head softly with every word uttered, he wandered away onto a random path, away from the field of frozen flowers, away from her, away from the ghost of her that stared him in the face.

Where to? He couldn't know. He wouldn't know. His paws simply took him away, carefully walking as to carefully not allow his body to be crushed over the weight that suddenly placed itself onto his back. He would simply wander for a while. Empty minded, void of thought, emotion or purpose.

"You don't know me. You don't love me, you never did."