I'm Sorry, Miss Jackson

[PRIVATE] I'm Sorry, Miss Jackson

Roskuld the Sparklight Posts: 424

World's Edge General atk: 7.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6

Mare :: Tribrid :: 15.3 :: 6 HP: 82 | Buff: ENDURE

Zchiraxicon :: Royal Rougarou :: Electric Smithers

02-23-2015, 02:30 PM

*"I love you, too, Ros."*

My gut and my scar-tissue twisted--and then practically ripped apart when I saw her eyes glittering with those things I was getting good at seeing (too many of them, too many). Something broke within me, some reservoir of bull shit that cracked apart in the face of Jiji’s--love. How the hell could she still love someone like me? How could—didn’t I warn her how much I sucked? I know I did, and here we are—a scar running down the side of her body, ropy and angry, and her brother dead because I didn’t handle the shit like I was supposed to, and her eyes flooding with tears at my very appearance—

--and she still loved me.

“Shit,” I breathed, the air forced out of me, like the wind itself had been knocked out of me, slapping the fuck out of me and curb-stomping me into the dirt; I looked into her red eyes and I was floored and I couldn’t take the stuff that was heaping on me, leaping at me, pulling me and pushing me and there was a glimmer at the base of her tail and and and—

--I started walking towards her—no, not really walking, more like a lumbering bum rush that took even me off guard. But I couldn’t take the distance between us anymore; my heartgut scars were pulsing and pus was leaking and they were healing but still so painful and I—

--I needed my Jiji again.

Just one more time.

“I’m sorry,” came the words, rough and rushed out of my mouth, as I game upon her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Ji—“ I reached toward her with my muzzle; I made to swing my head over her neck, to draw her close to me, and touch her and feel her again, bask in her scent again, like I used to; because once upon a time just being near her was enough to soothe whatever kind of hurt I had, from embarrassment to a sprained neck from pulling a hard head out of a tree.

Fuck it. I couldn’t let go of my past. I needed to--I should have, but...