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I can see the pain skirting across her eyes and it tears me up inside but every flicker of pain only gets transferred to her, the child that she is determined to love. I blame the child for all this, for her pain, for our distance, everything. She is only giving me more fuel for the fire. I can also see her inner struggle. She wants to be with me but she's fighting it. Why? It's so much easier to give in. I know I want to. And there is the switch. Her lips curl back and I see pearly daggers that I know are destined for my flesh. And it aches for them. Her words are weapons thrown at my face. I flinch back at her voice, the hurt transferring to my gaze now. "Never?" It's said in gasping breath of disbelief. Does she not crave our alone time like I do? Does she not want it back the way it should be? Her hackles rise in challenge and I see emotions flickering that I don't understand. As she collapses to her stomach, I take a wavering step toward her, the urge to go to her, to comfort her so strong. I always want to be there for her, why can't she let me? She suddenly vomits at my paws but I don't move. I look down as the bile pools around my feet, my toes growing sticky in the digested food and stomach acid. And then I look at her. I scowl again as she speaks. "I don't want her like me. I just want you." It's simple, really. There is no complication to it. I could care less if she becomes the greatest thing Moladian has ever seen, or the worse. She is only a link to my heart, only an obstacle between me and my obsession. When she rises to her paws, I take another step toward her, not caring that the vomit squishes beneath my foot as I go through it toward her. She bolts away from me and I pause, my skin rippling in sudden panic as she screams on her way away from me. I feel the distance like a physical blow that stuns me and freezes me to the spot I'm standing in. I watch her leave with the sounds of something breaking in my ears. They're ringing and my head is throbbing. There is something broken inside of me and she was the only thing holding it together. Adonis_male_five years old_entranced by Atania_father to Anastasia_no imprint_blind in right eye_no pack 39", 190 lbs. Devil May Cry x Natalya * sired by Brother to Atania |