Lost Creek Hollow I'm no good at waiting

The Star’s features softened.

Fears – Crowfeather had plenty of things he could speak on. The dark figure believed that his life had been comprised of various fears. He feared the unknown, most of all. It was too broad and too consuming for him to share this aloud. Germanicus was offering a piece of himself.

Crowfeather stepped toward him, watching the way his jaw tightened and his yellow eyes became intense.

My fears are not so physical, he admitted in his quiet voice. I fear…

A sigh passed through his nose.

I feared that I would never know love. I feared that I would disappoint anyone who cared for me. I fear that I am not-

Fear clutched at his throat as if to demonstrate its power inside of him.

I fear that I am not worthy of- of you.

Crowfeather forced himself to meet Germanicus’ eyes.