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It's hard not to notice. That little sense of wrong. The petite druid found it hard to discern sometimes... From the heaviness that sunk into her chest often. So tense. She was almost always a little... Tense. But as she finished tending to her garden, Aine released a shaky breath.
Probably nerves. The nightmares. She was fine. She could breathe. There was nothing wrong with her lungs. She sighed softly and begun trotting back home. Maybe she could find something for her and Ry to do today.
Aine very nearly passed the paper, hazel hues not so sharp as some, only to nearly trip. She couldn't recall a rock and note being there before she left the house. Her ear flicked, puzzled look quickly crossing her face.
No one had left a letter outside before. With a blink, she gently pushed the rock off and held the paper down with a hoof to read... Only to stumble away. Her wings dropped like lead at her sides, something ice cold racing through her veins, her heart like a dull drum.
Numb.
She didn't feel the tears beginning to trickle down her cheek. What was she supposed to feel? 'I've loved you.' What was she supposed to feel?
... When her heart ran away from her?
"..."
'I've loved you.'
Je t'aime.
"..."
It all felt numb and empty.
[/td][/tr][/table]Probably nerves. The nightmares. She was fine. She could breathe. There was nothing wrong with her lungs. She sighed softly and begun trotting back home. Maybe she could find something for her and Ry to do today.
Aine very nearly passed the paper, hazel hues not so sharp as some, only to nearly trip. She couldn't recall a rock and note being there before she left the house. Her ear flicked, puzzled look quickly crossing her face.
No one had left a letter outside before. With a blink, she gently pushed the rock off and held the paper down with a hoof to read... Only to stumble away. Her wings dropped like lead at her sides, something ice cold racing through her veins, her heart like a dull drum.
Numb.
She didn't feel the tears beginning to trickle down her cheek. What was she supposed to feel? 'I've loved you.' What was she supposed to feel?
... When her heart ran away from her?
"..."
'I've loved you.'
Je t'aime.
"..."
It all felt numb and empty.
© MADI
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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