a fire I made for you
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He turned his back to her, and she felt her heart break again. She wanted to reach out and comfort him; but she was afraid she'd pushed him too far as he curled up, possibly opening to wound up again. She closed her eyes as hot tears rushed to the front. She felt like such a fool. He wanted her to stay, but wouldn't believe it when she promised she would return. She snifled as the tears began to roll dwn her cheeks.

She rolled over onto her belly, cradling her head in her crossed arms, her face away from him. in a pile, a few scant foot distant was the white blonde mane she'd removed from her head. It had been a grand gesture, one which probably went misunderstood. By cropping her hair short and uneven, she was declaring to the world that she was in mourning. She was a fool. She used her arm to muffle the sniffling as she tried not to cry again.

She whispered Rhiannon's name softly, a fervent plea. The golden goddess wouldn't help those who were incapable of helping themselves; but what else could she do? She could return to Lucifer, or she could never leave. but she owed it to her pack leader to let him know she was leaving. And she owed it to Lucifer to stay.


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