Lost Creek Hollow But this is exhausting, this love

Her movements were enough for him to know that she was aware of him. The shadow didn’t want to rouse her or trouble her sleep. Though words and thoughts danced tentatively across his tongue, he did nothing to voice them into the room.

Resting his head on the earth, Crowfeather watched the way her ears shifted slightly. He saw the gentle rising and falling of her waist while she breathed in her dreamful rest. The longer he watched her, the more he found himself troubled by his internal preferences.

Why had he not been able to love her as more than a best friend? Why was he fixated on men- on a man? He couldn’t fathom how he had become this way.

Are you alright? the dark Star whispered into the back of her ear.