YOU SHOULD BEWARE BEWARE BEWARE OF A WOMAN WITH A BROKEN HEART
YOU SHOULD BEWARE BEWARE BEWARE OF A WOMAN WITH A BROKEN HEART
He felt her nose bump into his, then felt her press her forehead to his own. A touch like this, for it to be accepted by him, was very rare indeed. He thought they would remain this way in silence but she continued on; and, when she did, her voice was reduced to a hush. When his eyes slowly opened again, he sought what parts of her face that he could see. Those colorless and pure white eyelashes, the end of her dark nose, the barely-there whiskers on either side of her slender muzzle.
"No," he concurred, "Please, not like this." His glossy eyes welled now with tears of his own. "You make me feel like I don't have to be anyone else but me..." There was a lengthy pause, "I have to hide." He sniffled. "I don't want anyone to see me like this. Will-- Would you like to hide away with me?" His breathing seemed to level at last after a few deep inhales and equally deep exhales. "There's a willow not far from here whose branches touch the ground and hide the trunk from view. No one will find us there... Let me show you how you can trust me again."