The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Trust
Tana's question took me by surprise. My heartbeat accelerated, an anxious shiver traveling down my spine and tail, and I looked down, not daring to meet her eyes.
Tana reached across the table and took my hands, holding them tightly. She was so warm and soft, and I found a gentle, quiet strength flowing into me.
"If you don't want to," she murmured, "I understand. But we've been together for so long, yet I feel like I hardly know you." Her voice broke, thick with emotion. "It hurts me when I see you wake up crying in the night, or when you look so lost and lonely. I want to help, to make you see that you're not alone, but I don't know how. Please, just tell me…"
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I turned away, a lump in my throat. I'd tried so hard to appear cheerful whenever I was around them, to hide my tears after waking up after a nightmare, or when my soul hurt so bad I couldn't help but cry. And yet she'd known the whole time?