Deepwood Weald solenne

He hadn’t caught that the stranger was deaf, but he could see her intent stare. Instead of turning away he sat down, giving in and using the excuse to rest his trembling legs.

A… a mate. They hadn’t been really. But they’d felt like it, and it was the best way to describe the loss he felt. My best friend. His reason, for the last three years.

He didnt really want this to be better. He deserved to feel this way, and feeling less would mean that she meant less. He wanted to suffer. If she had to be gone, then that was his future. He just couldn’t see anything after. I don’t know what to do. He had nowhere to go.