Askan wasn't happy.
Things weren't going wrong, per se but they weren't going right either. It seemed no matter what he did he was forever destined to be a screw up. Perhaps this was the price he had to pay, his way of repenting for all the shitty things he'd done and said. But...he thought he'd been through enough. Surely by now he'd learnt his lesson. There was only so much a man could take, and little things like this had a way of stacking up until they were unbearable and unsteady. Like a landslide waiting to happen.
Askan ambled along the shore, his wet paws leaving tracks in the dirt as he went. Above him, lines of white rushed across the night sky, as though the stars themselves were falling. He paid little attention to the spectacle and continued on, his head hung low as he brooded. Old habits died hard.
Still, even days later he and Reyes were not on the best of terms. Jessie's ultimatum hadn't made it any better, if anything things had gotten all the more tense between them. And Askan-not that he'd admit it- feared that he was loosing him, that Reyes was slipping out of his grasp. And maybe it was his fault, maybe he should be trying harder to hold on, to try and fix whatever had been broken. But he just didn't know how. He was still new at this and they'd never really argued before.
Maybe it was too good to be true. The honeymoon period was over and Reyes was starting to see how much of a terrible person Askan really was.
With a loud huff, Askan flopped to the floor and rested his chin on his front paws. By now he really should have learnt to keep his mouth shut. But it seemed nigh impossible, like asking a fish not to swim, or a bird not to fly. It was in his nature...and if those around him didn't like him like this-flaws and all-maybe they never really liked him in the first place.
He sighed, long and sad, like he was so very tired of it all. It was one of those days, or rather nights, when he once again couldn't help but wonder if it would have been easier if he'd just died.