Bearclaw Valley i can't fight this time now

as she slipped from his grasp the chilled bite of winter's breath stole away what warmth she had grasped to. there one moment, gone the next.

she followed after, sticking close enough to not alert him to the rumbling thoughts that banged violently in the back of her head — forcing a smile whenever he might look her direction. when had she let herself become this way? clinging to a man, practically begging for him!

so much as a hint of affection and she was clutching to it like a child.

find me.

and as she walked nephele wondered if perhaps it would have been better, if not easier, to have simply not found cole at all.