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So that was what it felt like. The sound of her heart shattering.
No, Half-gasped before she could even process it, before the hurt had truly set in, but the tears were welling and then spilling anyway. No.
She wrapped her arms around him because she could do nothing else, and buried her face in his chest fur, and started to cry. Of course she wanted to beg him to stay, to give him reasons, to promise that things would change. But she couldn't. Reverie found that when it mattered the most, she could not bring herself to speak at all. She could only hope fervently that he would not push her away.