Itzal had vanished after the storm, it had crushed her. She loved once and tried again and failed. The second time was just as bad as the first time, maybe even more so. It had trashed the female. Pontiac D’Angelo was no longer the chipper, happy go lucky female that she was. He had helped her pick up from the last heart break. She had taken to cutting her wrist; she had not come out of her den unless it was to grab a small bit of food. However the once healthy looking female had lost weight, she was just not the same any more. Everything that happened within the last month crushed her. She had not really since the light of any day or night since she came back from the coyote pack. That was when she had last seen him.
She thought she was passing onto her next life, the bag of bones moved from one of the empty dens. ”You come to take out the trash Ty?” She spoke with a saddened sigh, once she figured out that this was not her death this was another stupid real life issue. She stumbled like a drunkard to where she could rest on a high sitting rock. She could not find it within her to look into his eyes. Ty had hurt her, he left her crushed, crying for him at the borders, she felt like he had kicked her to the side for his own pride and was not willing to work out the issues they had.
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