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he'll be back. he wouldn't do that to you.
athalia heard it but could not internalize it. her blood churns with a simmering sorrow, an illness that made the bile race up to her throat.
she suckles on a digit of her forepaw, and her eyes narrow in a sinfully cold way as she turns her gaze upon ameline. she did not know what to do with herself, with this feeling, with this —
when she closes her eyes, she sees mommy.
mommy hadn't wanted her, either, had she?
her teeth grind inside of her mouth as they begin to press down on the paw. it hurts but she does not stop. with the other gangly limb, she gestures out into the open.
birds gone too.