Redhawk Caldera If the whole wide world stops spinning

Maia embraced him, and Eljay leaned against her, allowing her embrace to swallow him right up. He cried for some time -- he wasn't sure how long -- and when he finally had shed every tear he had in him and his eyes were red and weary, he left his head leaning into the soft fur of Maia's neck for just a little bit longer. It was conflicting; how could he feel so terribly upset and at the same time, so comforted by being this close to her? He wished that he had the courage to tell her exactly how she made him feel.

I'm sorry, Eljay mumbled into Maia's fur before he lifted his head gently from beneath hers. I was reminded of a... S-something that happened, that I forgot happened. He frowned, the disturbing image of Peter's torn off head still attached to his spine still lingering in the back of his head. It was so long ago, but it now felt like it had happened just yesterday. All these years of repression had turned on him, and it was a heavy burden to carry now.