Got a bullet in the chamber, And this is gonna hurt .
Word Count → 423 :: Alex is confused as heck and just standing there beside him watching...
Things were better between him and Alex, their arguments and ignoring each other seemed behind them for the most part, although the Angelo was still baffled by what exactly had set the pale male off aside from the fact it was apparently some way he constantly treated the other. Accessing his past behaviour, he could see some room for improvement but from his view point he had been making an effort to tolerate and treat the other well, although that clearly wasn't up to the standard that Alex desired. Thinking things over he knew he liked Alex to some degree, an attachment he didn't wish to release, the male a possession that was his and solely his, the thought of him belonging to another infuriated the grey male and yet he didn't want this, didn't want anyone. To love was to lose, to die, to hurt. Nothing good ever came from relationships, from trust and giving a piece of himself to another, that was a game only fools played. Wisdom he had learned too late to protect himself from the pains of love.
Sighing, his eyes flicked to the pale male who happily padded along beside him, his hand intertwined with the others, much against the Angelo's will but he'd allow it, in an attempt to act the male that Alexander so desired him to be. Often it seemed now that the other escorted him as he walked the borders, whether to annoy him or in the name of company, the purpose behind the ghostly ones actions were unclear. Time seemed to come to a still, a peaceful bubble surrounding the pair as they allowed themselves to enter into a world of their own, the silence was companionable, no words needed between them at that moment.
Until her scent reached him. Distantly familiar, a memory he wished to forget, the result of fighting and a few too many drinks, a disaster he wished to file away and never mention again. It horrified him that of all the canines that could of found him in that state, it was her, the blind kill-joy. Muscles tensing he forced himself to continue on his path, not wishing to alert Alex that something was wrong.
Too soon she came into view, jaw tensing with an array of negative emotions, blue eyes set hard, glaring at the unwanted guest. “You are upon Anathema borders, what can I do to help you” the words were clipped, distant as if she were nothing more then a common stranger to him.
Keep your secrets in the shadows and you'll be sorry
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