Stone Circle Life alone makes me shake

She saw that he was afraid, but his soft words were nothing but agreement, and she wondered at that. What had Reverie done to deserve such bravery from him? She almost told him that it was okay, that she wouldn't ask if only because of that flash of anxiety across his features, but something stopped her. Curiosity, perhaps. There was nothing charitable about her own part in this, after all.
Reverie would cherish Crowfeather as selfishly as she did every other spark in her heart, if he let her.
When you've had a bad day - a really terrible one, and it's over, and you're tired and sad and you just want something... comforting - what do you wish for? She wondered it often about herself, because honestly... she didn't know what to wish for, anymore. It was all so muddled in her head, a confusing mix of things that hurt and things that she loved and so many things that were both, she couldn't tell what she really wanted anymore. She didn't know what was safe to want.
Maybe Crowfeather knew. She hoped he did; she hoped no one else in the entire world had ever felt this way, and that she was the first, because it really was a terrible way to feel. No one deserved it.