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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?
Four... In... Seven... Hold... Eight... Out... The snow crunched beneath shaky hooves. Dark feathers shuffled at her sides. Sluggish. Fighting unfamiliar cold. Her hazel hues flickered dim with passing thoughts.
Her garden wouldn't have faired well in the storm. Her clanmates weren't prepared for this sort of weather. She wasn't prepared for this sort of weather. What if someone got sick...?
'A-Aine?' Her heart stopped, lungs squeezing tight at the sound of a voice she'd been waiting for. A voice she hadn't known when she'd hear again. Hoping with bitter tears that she wasn't making a mistake. Hoping again for something that might never come. Hoping again because she didn't know if she could handle... Losing him. Not him.
But he'd been there. Among the pillars and tree. He'd been there. And gone again. But he had and Aine let herself hope again. Holding on to the memory. 'I've loved you...' It was a numb sort of hope, dim like a dying flame, but hope all the same. Je t'aime. "R-Ry?"
Her voice trembled, vision blurring. It was. It was Ry. "Ry?" She stumbled forward, directly into the jaguar, into her heart, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Ry."
Je t'aime. Her heart. Her heart had ran away from her. Because she'd given it to him. When had she done that? Her breath hitched softly as she struggled against a sob. "Ry, pl-please don't... Don't go away. S-sil vous plaît. Sil vous plaît. Je t'aime."
"Je-je t'aime."
[/td][/tr][/table]Her garden wouldn't have faired well in the storm. Her clanmates weren't prepared for this sort of weather. She wasn't prepared for this sort of weather. What if someone got sick...?
'A-Aine?' Her heart stopped, lungs squeezing tight at the sound of a voice she'd been waiting for. A voice she hadn't known when she'd hear again. Hoping with bitter tears that she wasn't making a mistake. Hoping again for something that might never come. Hoping again because she didn't know if she could handle... Losing him. Not him.
But he'd been there. Among the pillars and tree. He'd been there. And gone again. But he had and Aine let herself hope again. Holding on to the memory. 'I've loved you...' It was a numb sort of hope, dim like a dying flame, but hope all the same. Je t'aime. "R-Ry?"
Her voice trembled, vision blurring. It was. It was Ry. "Ry?" She stumbled forward, directly into the jaguar, into her heart, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Ry."
Je t'aime. Her heart. Her heart had ran away from her. Because she'd given it to him. When had she done that? Her breath hitched softly as she struggled against a sob. "Ry, pl-please don't... Don't go away. S-sil vous plaît. Sil vous plaît. Je t'aime."
"Je-je t'aime."
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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