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It was all she could do to keep her eye on the path, which blurred and swam before her white paws, colours smeared together and textures blended into nonexistence. Some instinctual knowledge of the terrain kept her on track so she didn't trip over a rock or slam into a tree in her haste. She was grateful for that, because she was much too focused on holding down the contents of her stomach as she sought to get away, away, away—

I alvays vanted to see you again.

Stop.

Your only wrongdoing vas that I could not forget you.

No vone has ever distracted me from you.

Stop it! she screamed at herself, flattening her ears and clenching her jaws as her sorrow spilled from her eyes. How stupid she had been. How childish to let herself fall for it. For him. It had been so easy in the beginning, before there were any children in the equation, to let his words tantalize her secret, romantic heart. Before she'd even known it she was coerced into thinking of him in ways she had never wanted to. But as soon as kids were involved, as soon as he went through with his plans—

—loveless contractual arrangements, he had said—

—that old green-eyed dragon had rooted its claws in her and never let go, and the reassurance she had desperately needed that she was only seeing specters in the darkest corners of her mind had not come. His romanticism from weeks before evaporated, replaced by pride and ego. He had instead left her to fear the worst, whether he knew it or not. Had becoming a father planted that seed in him? He had been so humble before, so warm, or maybe she had only imagined it.

Vhat has this changed for you, Vylla?

Shut up, she urged, stumbling over an errant rock and faltering. Pebbles skidded out from under her paws as she dug them into the ground to hold herself steady. Her gut churned dangerously. She swallowed thickly and shook her head. As if she could just shake off every emotion, don a cloak of indifference, and move on.

I love you so very much, Vylla.

STOP. The world spun in front of her.

Vylla!

Her ears flipped back disbelievingly. She had imagined it like all the rest, but then her name came again, louder, and the fumbling sound of paws on the ground. Wow. First he more or less gave up any semblance of trying and said he had nothing left to give, and now he came stumbling after her and calling her name? What more could he possibly want from her? He'd already crumpled up her heart—

Please.

What?! she shouted, whirling around to fix him in her tear-streaked sights. God, she couldn't take any more of his excuses and his cold logic and his resentment.