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He winced when Selby's paw touched his shoulder, then relaxed into the touch at the familiarity. There was no need to be so scared, so why was he? Again, the sickening feeling in his bones was once more, an overbearing desire to run away and forget, to start over so he would not have to deal with the consequences of his actions. Selby seemed forgiving, and the feline knew that, but as much as he tried he could not shake the feeling in his gut that it was all just a ploy or a ruse—he would be taken advantage of, beaten, left in the dirt with nothing but the thoughts in his head.
"I don’t remember my biological parents, but I know that if you hadn’t adopted me and eventually brought me here, I wouldn’t be here."
Those words hit like an oncoming train, and he a loner traversing the tracks. His gut twisted, grew cold with a sinking dread. Selby was right, but there was more to the story than what appeared. It was the tabby's fault Selby was even here instead of with his parents where he should be, somewhere far, far from Tanglewood, but instead, he had left a bloody mess in his wake. "Y-yeah," he stammered, visibly nervous.
He was hiding something, and it was eating him alive.
"That's- that's a nice bracelet."
He winced when Selby's paw touched his shoulder, then relaxed into the touch at the familiarity. There was no need to be so scared, so why was he? Again, the sickening feeling in his bones was once more, an overbearing desire to run away and forget, to start over so he would not have to deal with the consequences of his actions. Selby seemed forgiving, and the feline knew that, but as much as he tried he could not shake the feeling in his gut that it was all just a ploy or a ruse—he would be taken advantage of, beaten, left in the dirt with nothing but the thoughts in his head.
"I don’t remember my biological parents, but I know that if you hadn’t adopted me and eventually brought me here, I wouldn’t be here."
Those words hit like an oncoming train, and he a loner traversing the tracks. His gut twisted, grew cold with a sinking dread. Selby was right, but there was more to the story than what appeared. It was the tabby's fault Selby was even here instead of with his parents where he should be, somewhere far, far from Tanglewood, but instead, he had left a bloody mess in his wake. "Y-yeah," he stammered, visibly nervous.
He was hiding something, and it was eating him alive.
"That's- that's a nice bracelet."