don't you know who i think i am ; private

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]It had taken every ounce of her strength to come to this conclusion. She hated herself for this. She hated that she was even having to consider this. And she wished so badly that this would not be something she would undoubtedly be remembered for in the eyes of someone she had grown to care so much for.

For the last few days, the idea of coming clean to Bastillepaw had been eating away at her. She wasn't sure why or how this thought had popped into her head, but it did. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she trusted him. Wholly and completely. She wanted him to know the truth, she did. Even if he hated her for it and never spoke to her again, she could take some solace in knowing that she had been truthful with Bastille.

But the thought of him hating she and Margaery shook her to her core. She thought of him as her son, and she loved him as her own. If he was so disgusted with her actions that he refused to associate with her, she would be at a loss. And she had already lost all of her children. Possibly losing Bastillepaw was like reopening an old wound. Worse yet, it was like aggravating one that had never fully healed.

She prayed that he could find it somewhere within himself to forgive her. Or to at least accept her apology. She just... Whatever happened, she just hoped he could understand why. That was all. That alone would be enough for Suiteheart. Maybe then, she wouldn't feel the full force of guilt every time she looked at him.

Shaky footsteps headed towards his room. She wanted to turn back, but she refused. She had to do this. It would be now or later, and while she wanted to opt for later, she knew she could not stall forever. Margaery may be angry with her later, but this was something Suite needed to do. The weight of lying was overwhelming as it was. Continuing to do so would crush her soul. 

Her delicate features were stained with worry, and the tip of her tail twitched back and forth out of nervousness. Maybe it wasn't too late to turn around. Maybe she could wait a few more days. Maybe she could finally convince herself that she was Hotelsuites, not Suiteheart. Suiteheart was dead; she had killed that part of herself a long time ago.

Hadn't she?

'No,' she thought as a sigh escaped her. She couldn't run forever. Not from her past and not from her name. It was time she tried to face it. That being said, Suiteheart mustered all the courage she could and gently knocked on Bastillepaw's door.

"Please let this be okay..." she muttered.
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