RHYDAR
Nova is staring at something I can't see, her eyes wide and wet. And that makes me uncomfortable on all grounds.
My little mouse has a mouth that never shuts and a tongue sharp enough to draw blood even without fangs, and now she's...crying.
I freeze.
It's the first time she isn't snarling at me or rolling those beautiful eyes. She just collapses into herself, tears streaming down her face.
And I...
I'm pathetic enough to pull her against me, let her soak my shirt, her face buried against my chest.
Her sobs are ugly, raw, and unpolished. The kind you can't fake. And somehow, it makes my chest ache. Is it because of the bond? I can't help but wonder. Or maybe I have fallen farther than I think.
My fingers find her hair, stroking the short strands as if I'm capable of calming
