Hideaway Strath we don't know when to quit no no

Lazily she opened her white blues the color such a stark contrast from her face, she shifted her head to look toward Charles, her expression softening into one of delight and her tail swaying a few times before resting loosely upon the ground again. She enjoyed seeing him and felt so relaxed around him she did not bother to sit up but rather remained on her back looking up at him. Delighting in the splashes of color in his coat and the shapes they made. She imagined the white in his pelt like the clouds in the sky and suddenly she wanted to touch it. Unable to resist she shifted her whole body just a bit closer to him and rested her cheek against his leg stifling a… was that a giggle? She didn’t giggle… instead she exhaled watching the fur of his leg shift.

His words however brought reality crashing down and her eyes slid closed, her smile faded, she even seemed to deflate a little as her breath caught in her throat. “I …. Can’t …” She almost whined the second word but managed to choke it instead. She buried her forehead against his leg in an attempt to hide her face as she squeezed her eyes tighter.

Would he just up and walk away right now? If he did he’d rip out a piece of her heart. It took all her self control not to sob aloud, though she felt like her heart was cracking in two somehow. Her mind flitted to the moment she learned Kynareth Deagon had a wife, and how much that had almost broken her but very quickly she had learn that he could still make her feel special despite the fact he had a ‘wife’ and why lately had she been comparing Charles to Kynareth; until this very moment she hadn’t realized her feelings for Charles ran as deep for him and her feelings for Kynareth did. Could she somehow keep both of them?

“Please” she whispered  whether she was begging him to stop talking, begging him to stay, begging him to go and not hurt her anymore, she was not sure but the word slipped out away