Foggy Bottom Way [m] las estrellas

Stiffened limbs met her words. An answer before he could speak it into the air. 

The tears fell while his teeth clenched tight. Crowfeather did not know how to tell her what he felt. He did not know how to speak the words into her heart or soothe her ruffled edges. 

I can’t- 

The words were choked from his mouth. Crowfeather buried his face into his hands in shame. The sobs shook his shoulders, his chest heaved with them. 

There- There is something wrong with me. 

There had always been. No darkness had been able to swallow it. No amount of cruelty had beaten it from his bones. 

Y- You are… the one I want to want. But wanting wasn’t enough. It could not sway his heart from its true course. The path he did not want to follow. When he closed his eyes, all he could see was Germanicus. 

I am not fit to be loved… In the weight of his voice was conviction. Crowfeather believed that he was doomed to this misery. He had brought it upon himself.