Lost Creek Hollow juego

I wrote this reply like 500 times. I am sorry it's so late... <3 ;w;

The shadow’s breath was caught in the back of his throat. Even Silvertongue would have heard the inhale that triggered it.

Fearfulness erupted in his stomach, spilling down the sides like molten lava.

She knew. She knew without him having spoken it. She knew him better than he knew himself.

Shame replaced the fear. The shame was cold and worn. It felt heavy inside him. Crowfeather did not want to share this conversation with her. He had spent many days trying to convince himself that Silvertongue was the one for him. She was the only one who loved him, despite the horrid things that lived inside his heart.

I- I do not think there is a man who could love me, he said in a haggard voice. This was the truth he had convinced himself of. But- I- His breathing was shaky.

I love you. And he did. Though he did not lust for her, his heart had grown around the comfort she had created for him. Wasn’t that the least that he could do?