Swiftcurrent Creek I'm dying to live in a world I don't belong

He didn’t believe her.

The moment those words—another promise—left her lips, he knew he could not take them at face value.

She moves to hug him—he’s stiff, at first. His heart hurts—his head hurts. Slowly, he lifts his own forelimbs, pulling her closer, burying his muzzle to the side of her cheek and nape. A moment passes—two—more.

He doesn’t want to let go, because he believes it will be the end of it. And all he can hope for now, is that whatever path she takes in this moment… it’s not one where her life ends, and she somehow… some way… finds a way to find herself and bury her feelings of worthlessness in the past.

“Yeah. Sure,” he rasps, pulling away from her now, looking to her but not truly looking to her. “See you, Wren.”