09-29-2018, 06:54 PM
[size=9pt]"I think you think I'm better than I am." He counters. And thats how it ends, as all good things do. His smile is small and forced as he stares down at his paws, browned against the dirt. He wanders, so slightly you'd miss it if you weren't paying close attention, to the side so that they're not crowded up against each other anymore. Whatever had been in the air is replaced with something that leaves a lot to be desired and their brushing fur is only contact, nothing more, and he's got his lip caught between his teeth instead of against the side of her face.
He'd seen it in her eyes. Glittering and gorgeous as they always were, but so warm, too-- The type of warmth that instantly reeled him in and for a moment he'd wanted to kiss her, like he had so many time but more so, now-- but he hadn't. Because that type of look was the kind he'd get hooked on. And if he'd of kissed her, they would've skipped off into the sunset together, stared lovingly at eachother for the good half of an hour before he'd inevitably do something wrong-- he always did something wrong. And she'd realize what big fucking mistake she'd made and she'd take off. And a good thing would be ruined. They wouldn't even be friends. And he loved her. He needed her to stay, because he was a weak piece of shit and at this point, he didn't know what he'd do without her. He needed to not fuck this up, and if that meant playing safe--
'Are we really just friends?'
Fuck.
A falter in his step. He takes a moment where he stares at the ground and watches the crease of the grass under his paws. Sucks in a breath, turns hesitant, golden eyes on her. This is where it all turns to shit. "What else would we be?"
He'd seen it in her eyes. Glittering and gorgeous as they always were, but so warm, too-- The type of warmth that instantly reeled him in and for a moment he'd wanted to kiss her, like he had so many time but more so, now-- but he hadn't. Because that type of look was the kind he'd get hooked on. And if he'd of kissed her, they would've skipped off into the sunset together, stared lovingly at eachother for the good half of an hour before he'd inevitably do something wrong-- he always did something wrong. And she'd realize what big fucking mistake she'd made and she'd take off. And a good thing would be ruined. They wouldn't even be friends. And he loved her. He needed her to stay, because he was a weak piece of shit and at this point, he didn't know what he'd do without her. He needed to not fuck this up, and if that meant playing safe--
'Are we really just friends?'
Fuck.
A falter in his step. He takes a moment where he stares at the ground and watches the crease of the grass under his paws. Sucks in a breath, turns hesitant, golden eyes on her. This is where it all turns to shit. "What else would we be?"
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