[align=center]action — "speech" — thoughts
[div style="background: linear-gradient(to right, #464C5A, #757f96, #464C5A); width: 500px; height: 2px;"]Emotions weren't an object to toss about without care. They were an opening, a window, and Crow took careful measures to ensure his would not be treated as such. He expressed joy and fear and rage, but no one really knew him deep down except those that he decided were close. Soli, Marlon, Ben, Pastel and Selby, and Morgan, those were all ones he clutched near to his heart, those he let in to the clockwork of his brain.
Nothing felt real. Morgan stood before him, then as quickly as he arrived, he slipped through Crow's fingers. Just like all the others. His eyes blinked with disbelief in the harsh sunlight that beat down on his figure too long adjusted to slinking through the shadows of the forest. A face of stability for the feline gone in just a tick. It was cruel.
Did I mean anything to you?
He would rush forward, petals flying in his wake, but something caused him to freeze. He wanted to chase after the samoyed, but he knew his efforts would be fruitless. Morgan's destiny lied elsewhere, not here, in Tanglewood, with him, with all of them, and as he gaped after the retreating wagging tail of his former companion, he felt a tear roll down his cheek. Crow was helpless.
Stop crying. That's weak.
Tanglewood needed him, but for now, he mourned in utter silence, clutching Morgan's last gift to him in his shaky paws as his gaze pierced into the horizon searching for any last glimpse of the canine. He was gone. He was really gone.
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