Had he hurt her? Heath could not say for sure, but he was afraid he did. It was a fear that was so dominant that the coy-wolf was certain that he had. The things she said, the feelings that she exposed were ones she held close to her heart. You didn’t just say you loved someone without reveling something true, honest and fragile. At least Heath couldn’t, and Ruri was the same. He was sure of that. She was innocent, and delicate as the words she spoke and the emotions she held. He was a fool to not have faith in the love he held for her and in his ability to do so.
It had all become too much.
Gold eyes looked out into the streets. Mind focused on the things that would remove his thoughts completely. The small addiction was one he could put away whenever he wished, but at the moment he needed to haze the alcohol would bring him. The shop was different; not holding any of the English or French words the male was familiar with. A banner, tattered and worn, hung in the window, heavy stripes of red, white and blue. It was his signal, reminding him of the location of the store. But it was the bottles inside that held his thoughts. The vodka that stocked the shelves was the smoothest and yet the most potent (if such a thing were possible).
Glancing up from the road he caught sight of the flag, and was drawn in its direction. But instead of making it to the sidewalk the male found someone blocking his path. The call made his head turn and his steps slow and stop. It was a stranger, and the morte dre Soul watched for the briefest of moments at the beast that called to him. His face was unmoving, his features placid and molded to the frown that captured his lips. A step forward, and the smell of the burning cigarette came to him with the male’s own cologne.
“Yeah?”
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