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Outside, dangerous, unsafe. Her mind always seemed to associate the world outside her bedroom, her brightly colored world with words that were dark and unsavory. Being outside always seemed to make the fur on her neck bristle when she was away from Lorenzo, it always seemed to make her uncomfortable. Though her newly found place was always special to her, a small patch of wildflowers that seemed to be incased in a small ring of mushrooms. A fairy ring. The brought the rare smile to her expressionless face as she settled down into them to finally think about what she had found.
Her research was all for something that seemed to always puzzle her, the fluttering beat her heart gave when she thought of her protector. The strange emotions that filled her body when she thought of him, his smile, his soft touch, even his thick accent. All seemed to flood her body with emotions that she did not understand, for a month or so she had been reading books and asking others about these feelings. Though all seemed to return to a strand word that was so foreign to her, a word that many did not really know about.
Her research was interesting, reading human books and socializing with others but they all lead back to that one word. Her favorite stories were about the knights and princesses, though her reasoning was for the pack she now lived in. They seemed to have knights and warriors just like the books, though in that there was always a princess. Though all ended the same way, the knight would save the princess and they would live happily ever after. The concept always fascinated her, she wanted to live that way. Happily ever after like a story book princess though to herself she was no princess. The books always ended with the two falling in love, the word that was so interesting to her.
They described the feeling as many things. Maroon tipped fingers caressed a soft pink flower the star burst with fuchsia in the middle, smiling at her memory of this flower. It was one of the few in the half dying bouquet Lorenzo had found when winter had first come, one of the few things that caused her to think the winter wasn’t to bad. They had made her happy and surely they were hard to find under the white snow, he brought them to her then.
Her eyes widened in her sudden realization, her fingers clasped onto the slower as she plucked it from its home. She looked at the lily in thought, was that really how she felt for him? Without even realizing she nodded and she suddenly grew scared of how Lorenzo would act to the news, would he feel the same? Or maybe he would not, what then?
Moments later she reached their room, his room. Her heart thundered in her ears as she looked at his sprawled out frame, his body flopped on to the small bed that they shared. Her ears perked as she heard him use her nickname, a soft smile came to her face as she moved closer to him. ”Lorenzo..” She cooed his name in her expressionless voice, moving her hand from her sit and letting it settle on his shoulder. How would she tell him that she loved him? How would he react?
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