[Sylvester]
My mate is crying. I can feel her pain like a thousand needles stabbing my heart.
"She's worried about carrying our pup," Rufus sighs. “She’s worried about what that would mean. She doesn’t understand.”
Entering the shower with her, I scoop my love into my arms. “Shh.” I hold her to me, my pain lifting as she nuzzles into me instead of fighting to get away even when I’m the one who hurt her.
“I am so sorry, Apple. I should have felt something was wrong, I should have pulled out sooner, I should have…”
Turning towards me, Apple’s eyes spark with a flash of anger, followed by a well of sadness, her tears mixing with the shower water as they trace the lines of her face. “No Sly, I’m the one who…oh what was I thinking!”
Doing my best to mask my own fear, I project feelin
