Swiftcurrent Creek once, there was a way to get back home

Tears completely wracked her—and he stood, helpless—her insistence he didn’t touch her, he stayed away—

—he closed his eyes a moment. He knew nothing of this disease she spoke of—he didn’t understand how something like this could happen, how something like this could exist—

She poured her heart out, and defiance stole over him—he moved forward, moving to wrap him in his arms—to hold her until she stopped crying, if she would let him. He might not have been able to cure her, or make this better for her—but like hell he would let her endure this pain alone.

“I love you, so fucking much,” he hissed into the air—his eyes seeking the heavens—and faintly, he wondered if there was an outline of a stag in the clouds.

A curse of the Mayfair’s.