Tweaking out about an idea I have for writing. Say for example neko!reader, he’s a male hybrid of a cat and human. Same age as Damian. He’s always clawing and scratching up stuff in the manor, you may think he’s a bratty cat. But really he’s just a clumsy little kitty that literally falls off of the couches.
Damian would straight up come home from school yelling “Y/N!” And when you come rushing in hugging him. He’s smiling all bright, you’re his weakness and soft spot. Half because you’re half cat and half because you are you. The other batboys loves you, but not as much Damian loves you. He’s always scratching behind your ear and giving you unnecessary gifts.
His brother teases him, usually Damian would get angry and try to slice their tongues off. But certainly you are laying your head on his head while purring. He will do it later as now he just glares at his older brothers as he pets your head gently.
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Softer Than Feathers | Sylus x Cat Maid!MC / Black!MC | Prompt: Black Cat
Why is it always like this? I was just doing an undercover mission at the hotel when I ended up in Sylus's room. What was he doing outside of the N109 Zone anyways? And what was that strange candy I had earlier?
This was the 5th room I had to go to and clean up. Even though I was just undercover as a hotel maid, I had to make it seem realistic. I was in the usual black dress with a white apron. Because of the aesthetic of this place, it was also a bit shorter and a lot more ruffled than the traditional and actual maid dress. I had to style my curls downward in order to wear the headpiece they gave me.
The Hunters’ Association got an anonymous tip about illegal Protocore trades happening at this hotel. I was the only one who wasn’t on an important mission, so I went in alone. Though, I could call for backup if needed. Let’s hope I didn’t need it.
It was only the 4th and 5th floors that were completely taken over by guests of the History of Protocores event. I had cleaned all the rooms on the 5th before noon since most guests were out for the first few events. There were no special, inorganic Protocores as far as I or my special Reader could tell. There was one couple who I had interrupted during their use of a Venereum Core.
I think she was trying to get him to fall in love with her. In any case, the man seemed more interested in me. He even handed me a piece of candy. It was in an odd shape, but he assured me it was just an energy booster. The Reader didn’t see anything strange with it, so I did eat the candy. I felt strange in a way I’ve never felt strange before.
All the 4th floor rooms would be empty now that evening events were starting. I kept my head down as a small group of well dressed guests passed by. A petite man smacked the shoulder of a slightly taller man.
“Don’t stare!” He hissed. “She’s just doing her job.”
What did that mean?
Anyways, I went into an empty room after parking my cart out front. Something brushed against my leg, but I decided to ignore it. The bed was barely touched in this suite. The table was full yet clearly organized. Papers and a map of the ship laid out with the hotel’s coffee cups placed in specific spots.
Oh, now this was some information. I just didn’t know the purpose of it. Perhaps looking around the room could give me some more clues. Names were on the plain white paper cups. I recognized a few from the list of attendees Nero had given me. Were these the traders?
“Well well, I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” A deep and familiar voice said. “Is the Hunters’ Association not paying you enough that you needed to get a part time job as a maid?”
I looked up from the map and saw Sylus in black and red eveningwear. He was comfortable leaning in the doorway.
“Sylus! You weren’t, I mean, I double checked to make sure--”
He chuckled, “Did you think any of the names on your little list were real? You’ve used an alias before, sweetie.”
“Yes, I have.” I sighed. “And if you must know, this isn’t part time. I am being a hunter right now.”
“With ears like those?” He approached and flicked something above my head.
I felt his touch and flinched, “Huh?”
Sylus looked surprised, “Did you not know?”
“Know what?” I asked.
He took my hands and brought them to my scalp. Past my headband were two furry triangular protrusions. I rushed to the nearest mirror. Ears. I had white cat ears on my head!?!?! And something moved behind me. It was a fluffy white tail that stood out amongst my brown legs. What in the world?
“You really didn’t know about your new features? I’m guessing they weren’t part of your mission then.” He moved behind me.
“N-no. Not at all.” Could it have been that candy?
I touched my throat and then stomach.
Sylus raised a brow, “You ate something strange, didn’t you?”
“Maybe…ok fine. Yes. I was just trying to get out of the way and some guy offered me candy to help my energy. I thought he was being nice.” I looked up at him.
“Well, Kitten,” He smirked, “I guess we’ve learned our lesson about taking strange ingestible items from suspicious people.”
“How do I turn back?” I asked.
“Oh, but you’re so cute like this. Must we really try to get rid of your feline features?” Sylus stretched behind my ears.
I nuzzled his hand and began to purr before catching myself.
“Sylus!” I huffed. “This is serious! I can’t confront him since I’m a maid and I don’t wanna blow my cover before I get any good info.”
“So you want me to do it?” He asked.
“Yes.”
He sat on the couch in front of his table, “And what do I get in return?”
“I’ll be your personal maid for the night or something. You like showing off your treasures. I know you do. Let me be your treasure for the night.” I was thinking about it as I spoke.
Sylus hummed, “True, but I don’t think that’s enough. How about…you can be my personal maid, yes, but we can have a night in instead. I’ll still get the information you need. Deal?”
I folded my arms, “Deal.”
Part of me was glad that I didn’t have to have more people see me like this. The people in the hall must’ve noticed my ears and tail which made that one guy stare. I sighed. I didn’t look ugly. Just a tad…silly. Stereotypical?
“You look adorable, Kitten. Don’t worry.” He stood and caressed my cheek. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t go anywhere else. What did the man look like?”
“Brown hair with a white streak in his bangs. His…partner was a red-head. No facial hair for either of them, but I saw round glasses on the nightstand. I’m not sure who they belonged to.” I replied.
Sylus nodded, “That’s good enough. I’ll be able to piece it together. You just get comfortable. We’re going to have a long night. As for your cart, well, I’m sure some hooligans might take it for a spin. There’s nothing important on it, right?”
He didn’t even wait for an answer before leaving.
When Sylus came back, I was curled up on the couch. I had looked around the room, but I didn’t get any more insight on the war-room setup. So, I instead tried to see if my cat features were purely physical. There were no balls of yarn or bowls of milk to test it, and I had learned agility through Hunter Training. So I had all the lights turned off to test my night vision.
It was leagues better than before. Almost like I hadn’t turned off the lights at all. I was tired from cleaning all day, though. So, I let myself doze off for a minute. I woke up when someone was rubbing my ears. Soft sighs and mewls left my lips.
“Sylus?” I whispered.
“Yes, it’s me.” He spoke gently and then sat next to me.
I yawned, “You turned the lights back on.”
“Yes, it’s still something I require, sweetie. I still have my normal sight.” He smirked. “In any case, I found out what was needed.”
“What’s the cure?” I asked.
“Time.” Sylus replied.
I tilted my head, “What do you mean by time?”
“Whenever that candy leaves your bowls, you will return to normal. There is no cure other than time itself. Usually 3 hours give or take according to the man.” He said.
“Then you have an hour and half for me to be your cat maid.” I replied and stood to curtsey in front of him. “What shall I do for you, M’lord?”
“Aren’t cats and maids supposed to call their owners ‘master’?” He asked.
I squinted my eyes at him and felt my ears go into airplane mode, “I think there’s a very clear reason why I won’t be doing that.”
“Right. My apologies for such a suggestion.” His gaze softened before he leaned forward.
He didn’t say anything for a moment, just stared at me. Questions went through his mind, and he decided what whims to fulfill.
Sylus undid his tie, “I just want you to be your usual self, just cuter. I’m sure you can manage that.” He tangled his tie in front of me.
I couldn’t help but swat at it several times. Then, I went in for a bite. He pulled it out of the way. I instinctively jumped to grab at it. He used his Evol to keep it just out of my grasp while I chased after his necktie. Sylus leaned on his fist and watched. I was gonna catch this thing if it was the last thing I--
Huh?
Was he smiling?
“Is that not exciting enough for you, Kitten?” He asked.
“It’s not that, I just…” My nose crinkled and I sneezed.
“Bless you.” Sylus responded.
“Thanks.” I went to lick my hands before realizing I had no paws. “Um, what else can I do for you, M’lord? I’m sure watching me run around like that isn’t all you wanted.”
“What else could a proud cat owner want?” He asked, a bit of teasing in his tone.
“Well…” I matched his cadence. “I know if I had a precious kitten all to myself with such fluffy features, I’d cuddle it quite often.”
He unfolded his legs, “Oh, is my kitten giving me commands now?”
I rubbed myself against his legs, “No, just giving m’lord a suggestion.”
Sylus rubbed the base of my ear and tingles went straight down my spine. I whined slightly and closed my eyes. He rubbed the second one, and my back arched on its own. Whichever hand he wasn’t using went down my back and up my tail.
“What’s all this for?” I looked up at him with pouty eyes and a slight frown. “M’lord?”
“Time’s running short.” He whispered. “I won’t be able to tease you like this tomorrow, so I’m getting my fill now.”
I straddled his lap, “If you pet the wrong spot, I might just claw your eyes out.”
“Such a ferocious kitty.” He rubbed my back again and kissed my ear. “Perhaps I will let you cuddle me. A reward for all of your hard work.”
Sylus held me in both his arms and made us lay down together. I couldn’t help but purr while I was in his embrace.
“What about your Protocores?”
“Do you think asking a strange man a question was all I did when I was gone? You failed your mission, Miss Hunter.” His chuckle reverberated in my skull. “Don’t worry, though. You’ll get another anonymous tip very soon.”
Chapter Seventy-One: Emotional Support Cuddles (and Plant PTSD)
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Morning sunlight filtered gently through the Sunny’s windows.
Birds chirped. The ocean lapped against the hull. Somewhere in the distance, Luffy was probably arguing with a seagull about meat.
You?
You were under the table, curled into a blanket burrito, ears twitching.
Not asleep.
Not awake.
Just... processing.
Robin leaned down beside you, a cup of tea in hand.
She sipped once, then said casually, “The ship's not haunted.”
You blinked slowly.
“Not by ghosts, anyway.”
You narrowed your eyes. “It was chirping, Robin.”
“Was it?”
“It twitched in time with my tail.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“It made eye contact with me. IT HAD NO EYES.”
Robin patted your head.
“Plant trauma is valid.”
Zoro walked in, saw you under the table, paused.
“You hiding or sulking?”
“Yes.”
He blinked. “Want me to tell the others you’re dead again?”
“…Maybe.”
Sanji appeared shortly after with a plate of toast and a soft towel.
“No more veggies for a while,” he said gently, setting the plate nearby. “You earned carnivore privileges.”
You peeked from the towel cocoon, eyes glassy.
“...Can you hold me?”
He didn’t hesitate.
Bent down. Scooped you up. Blanket and all.
Cradled you like a ridiculous, traumatized cat loaf.
“I knew you'd come around to the cuddle life,” he whispered.
“I’m not even ashamed,” you mumbled into his shoulder. “I stared into the leafy abyss.”
“And the abyss blinked?”
You nodded solemnly.
Zoro followed the two of you up to the upper deck, arms crossed. “If she’s getting carried around and fed, I want toast too.”
Luffy appeared out of nowhere. “DID SOMEBODY SAY TOAST AND CUDDLES?!”
Brook: “I shall play a gentle trauma melody. Yohoho.”
Fifteen minutes later, you were curled on the deck in the middle of a very warm, very over-attached cuddle pile.
Sanji was brushing your tail.
Luffy was using your side as a pillow.
Chopper had brought a heated blanket.
Robin was reading poetry over Zoro’s quiet snoring.
Usopp dropped grapes in your mouth occasionally.
And in that moment...
You were safe.
Clean.
Loved.
And not a single leaf in sight.
“Guys,” you mumbled drowsily, tail twitching as you burrowed deeper into warmth.
“Hm?”
“…If a vine ever grows out of me again…”
They all waited.
“…just set me on fire. Gently.”
—
The sun was bright.
The sea was calm.
The vibes?
Immaculate.
Which, of course, meant someone decided it was cleaning day.
You were mid-sprawl on the deck, still in a trauma-recovery loaf state, when Nami clapped her hands and shouted, “Alright, crew—everyone contributes, no exceptions!”
You blinked one eye open.
“Even the emotionally damaged?”
“Especially the emotionally damaged,” she replied sweetly, tossing a rag onto your face.
Sanji cleaned the kitchen (no one else dared).
Zoro was on deck scrubbing duty (halfheartedly).
Luffy and Usopp had been assigned to “high energy tasks” which mostly meant moving barrels and not eating the contents.
Robin was organizing the library, probably alphabetizing your chaos poetry.
Chopper was restocking the infirmary.
You?
You were handed a mop.
It stared at you.
You stared back.
A showdown of fates.
“It’s a mop,” Nami said patiently.
You glared at the fuzzy white strands.
“I don’t trust it.”
Sanji passed by with a bucket. “It’s not sentient.”
“You don’t know that,” you hissed. “I’ve seen things.”
He ruffled your hair. “Start with the hallway and don’t try to ride it.”
You immediately tried to ride it.
–
You and the mop had a complicated relationship.
At first, you tried to duel it.
Then you got tangled in it.
Then you turned it into a battle mount.
Then you crashed into a wall and were banned from mop travel.
“IT’S TOO POWERFUL,” you shouted, legs in the air.
Robin stepped over you. “Not everything needs to be fought.”
“Says you. This mop has energy.”
Eventually, you resigned to actually cleaning.
Sort of.
You wiped the floors while mumbling threatening things to inanimate objects. Occasionally, you'd snarl at a particularly suspicious-looking speck.
Zoro: “You’ve been staring at that stain for ten minutes.”
You: “It knows what it did.”
After a few hours, the Sunny gleamed. The decks were spotless. The kitchen sparkled.
You flopped onto the clean wood dramatically.
“I have been reborn. Through sweat and soap.”
Luffy crawled next to you. “I didn’t know floors could feel this smooth!”
“That’s my work, captain.” You saluted with a soapy paw.
He beamed. “Best gremlin crewmate ever.”
–
Later, Sanji brought out lemonade, fruit and toast.
Everyone collapsed in the shade, clean and tired and smelling like citrus and a hint of sea soap.
You leaned against Zoro’s side, tail flicking lazily, and muttered:
“Next time? I’m throwing the mop overboard.”
“Already did,” Luffy whispered with a grin.
You high-fived him.
—--
It started as a perfect day.
The sun was warm. The crew was relaxed. You were lounging in the crow’s nest like a smug fluff burrito, a slice of toast in your mouth, tail flicking contentedly in the breeze.
You were finally free of pollen, suspicious sprouts, mop-based existential crises, and everything smelled like citrus and calm.
So obviously, the universe said: let’s ruin that.
“Ship spotted!” Usopp shouted from the mast. “Single sail. No flag. Looks weird!”
You perked up, ears twitching.
Robin gracefully stepped beside him, squinting into the distance with her spyglass. “Hmm. The ship looks harmless… no visible cannons.”
“That,” you muttered, dropping from the crow’s nest in a single elegant leap, “doesn’t mean they’re harmless.”
As the little vessel approached, Luffy bounced excitedly at the railing. “Ooooh, a visitor!”
Zoro leaned against the mast. “Let’s not invite strangers to dinner this time.”
Sanji: “Agreed. Last time we almost fed a bounty hunter.”
You slunk into the shadows of the deck, nose twitching.
Something was… off.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
Then, the boat drew close enough to see the figure on board.
Your fur puffed up instantly.
Tail doubled in volume.
Claws extended.
Back arched.
Eyes glowing.
“…No,” you growled.
Nami blinked. “You know them?”
“I hoped they were dead.”
Standing at the bow of the small ship was a tall, lithe individual in a pristine coat, their expression cool and smug—eyes locked directly on you.
“Oh, darling,” they purred, voice as silky and awful as you remembered. “You didn’t think I’d stop looking for you, did you?”
The crew turned toward you slowly.
You were already hissing.
Usopp: “Uh… is that your ex?”
Luffy: “Is this your rival?!”
You: “No.”
Sanji: “...Stalker?”
You: “YES.”
The figure stepped elegantly onto the Sunny’s deck as if they belonged there.
“Still as dramatic as ever,” they cooed, brushing a hand through their hair. “And fluffy. My stars, you’ve gotten fluffier.”
You took a slow, deep breath.
And then launched into a furious, flailing feral leap, landing two inches from their face with claws bared.
“LEAVE.”
They grinned, leaning in.
“Make me.”
Zoro’s hand went to his sword.
Sanji lit a cigarette with dangerous calm.
Robin’s hands bloomed from the railing.
Brook whispered, “Is this a soap opera?”
You snarled again, crouched low.
“I chewed your boots and stole your spine crystals. You shouldn’t be here.”
They smiled wider.
“I kept the chewed boots. Sentimental value.”
You made an inhuman screech and dove at them—
Only for Sanji to grab your tail mid-leap.
“Okay! Okay! No murder yet! Let’s hear them out—”
“I’M GOING TO GROOM THEIR BRAIN WITH A FORK.”
—
You paced like a caged animal across the Sunny’s deck, tail twitching violently, ears flat, low growling coming from your throat every time you glanced at your uninvited visitor.
They were seated casually on one of Sanji’s deck chairs, legs crossed, a smug glint in their eyes like they were about to auction off your dignity for fun. Their outfit was unnecessarily crisp, their smirk a perfect blend of danger and delusion.
“Can someone explain what the hell is going on?” Nami finally said, arms crossed, looking between you and the stalker like she was caught in the middle of a very dramatic stage play.
Robin sipped her tea. “I think it’s rather self-explanatory.”
“I—used to know them,” you snapped, jabbing a claw at the stalker. “From a very, very bad time.”
The stalker placed a hand over their chest. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic.”
“I was literally hiding in an alley from you for three days.”
They shrugged. “I just wanted to reconnect.”
Luffy leaned forward, curious. “So you guys used to be friends?”
“No.”
“Lovers?”
“ABSOLUTELY NOT.”
“...Enemies?”
You hesitated. “I mean… I was their enemy. They were my problem.”
Sanji crossed his arms. “And now they’re our problem.”
The stalker smiled, ever so gently. “I was simply drawn here. The sea… fate… and your very particular scent.”
You visibly recoiled. “I AM FILING A SPIRITUAL RESTRAINING ORDER.”
Zoro finally spoke from the corner, deadpan: “How far do I have to throw them for it to count as exile?”
Robin turned to you, calm and composed. “Perhaps now is a good time for context.”
You groaned, dramatically flopping to the deck. “Fiiiiine.”
Flashback Time.
You were smaller. Rougher. Scrappier.
No crew.
No ship.
Just a little fluffball on your own, sneaking your way across islands by stealing, scamming, and occasionally pretending to be a cursed creature to scare off bounty hunters.
And then, this clown showed up.
A smooth-talking collector of rare things. Eccentric. Obsessed. Called you “enchanting” and “irresistibly feral.”
They offered you a collar “for show.” You bit them.
They tried to “tame” you. You stole all their boots and shaved off their eyebrows in their sleep.
They called it “foreplay.”
You ran. Repeatedly.
They kept finding you.
“I thought you were dead,” you muttered bitterly.
They winked. “I came back to life when I found your trail again.”
Back in the present, you were mid-way through plotting five separate escape routes when Luffy tilted his head.
“Okay but like… do we have to keep them?”
“No!” you barked. “I will jump off this ship! I will swim to another continent! I will—”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Sanji said, casually putting a firm hand on your shoulder.
“They’re the one who’s leaving,” Zoro added, drawing a sword without blinking.
Your stalker just sighed and stood up, brushing imaginary dust off their coat.
“Very well. I see this ship is as poorly mannered as it is aggressively affectionate.” They paused… and looked directly at you.
“I’ll see you again, my kitten.”
You hissed.
Robin handed you a spray bottle.
You used it.
They left with dramatic flair, sailing off into the distance with a wave and a blown kiss that you dodged with a full body shudder.
Luffy watched the ship disappear. “Wow.”
You flopped face-down onto the deck again. “Someone dig me a hole.”
It’s what I wanted to say. Every time I looked at her I wanted to say it. And so much more.
The torture must have been unbearable for her but she still smiled as if she were seeing the world for the first time. I stopped smiling a long time ago.
I wish she needed something, anything. I wish I had something to offer her. But all I have is guilt. I can’t show her that. It would only burden her. She would take it upon herself to fix me. Nothing will fix what I’ve done.
I love you
The words stay at the edge of my tongue, taunting me. My throat constricted. I can’t swallow the words. I sit in agonizing silence thinking of nothing but those three words as I watch her lift a fish from the lake. Her soft black tail swishes and she turns towards me.
Her beaming face whiskes all my agony away.
“Well done. It is a large fish.” I spoke with my usual solemn tone. My grasp of her language was far better than her grasp of mine.
“Does nothing make you smile?” She chuckled.
“I have no need.”
“If you say so.” She chirped.
As she bent down to gut her fresh catch, her shirt lifted revealing deep, ragged scars. My heart clenched thinking of the pain they must’ve caused her. I’ve seen such wounds before. I’ve made them.
I hear her singing a song I’ve never heard before. The tune is contented and cheerful.
“How can you sing?” I can’t hide the contempt in my voice.
“What do you mean?”
“I see your scars. You’ve been treated cruelly and imprisoned for years. How can you sing as if everything is fine?”
“I don’t sing because everything is fine,” she smiled, “I sing because I’m finally free.”
“Do you not resent who did this to you?”
“I don’t see the point,” her modified ears twitched, “hating them won’t change what happened.”
I looked away from her gaze. She may not hate them but I did.
“Besides,” she continued, “I would never have my cool abilities if it weren’t for them.”
She splayed her paws and her claws extended. She looked at them with immense pride and fascination. Talon had apparently hoped to create a new weapon. A human with the reflexes, senses, and arsenal of a feline. They’d no doubt try to return her to her cage. And when they do I’ll be waiting for them. I won’t let this happen to her again.
“Hanzo?”
“Hm?” I returned my gaze to hers.
“Are you okay? I mean, you’re always miserable, but today you seem angry.”
Damn. I underestimated her ability to read me. “I am concerned for your well-being.”
“You think they’re going to come for me.”
“Hm.”
“They won’t. They were planning on killing me. It’s how I escaped.”
“Why?”
“I think it’s because their brainwashing attempts weren’t as successful as they’d hoped.”
“You are naive. They will still come for you.”
“What? Why?”
“You are a loose end.”
“Oh.” Her face fell. She sat silently for a long moment. “I can’t fight them all myself,” she murmured. Tears started to slide down her face.
My heart felt like it was in a vice. “I won’t let them harm you.”
She looked me in the eyes again. How I wished I could spend forever staring into those eyes. “Promise?”
“I promise.”
She smiled and wiped the tears from her face. “Thank you.”
“Hm.” I looked away towards the edge of the lake.
Her arms wrapped around my torso.
“W-What are you doing?” I stammered.
“Isn’t it obvious?” She said brightly as she pressed her body against mine.
“N-no. In Japan a hug is a very personal act.”
“What do you mean ‘very personal’?” She did not let go. Her head rested against my chest. Her skin is touching mine. Every nerve in my body is screaming. It takes all of my strength not to return her embrace; to relieve the longing of my arms and the ache of my lips.
She asked me something.
“I mean it is meant for lovers in the privacy of their home.” I said in a hurried tone.
“That’s funny,” she chuckled. The vibrations radiated through my chest. “For a man not interested in being a lover, you sure hang around a lot.” She lifted her head and smiled at my gaping expression. “I’m naive but I’m not blind.”
I placed my hands on her shoulders, resisting the urge to massage her skin with my thumbs, and pushed her away. “I cannot,” I said.
“Why not?”
“I am unworthy of such affection.”
“Oh.” She looked away, staring at a rock for a long moment. One side of her mouth stretched to form an unsure expression. “You know, life isn’t about what we deserve,” she said quietly. “But,” she looked back up at me with a warm smile, “when whatever’s going on with you gets resolved, I’ll still be waiting.”
I can never be at peace with what I’ve done. But I cannot bring myself to rebuke her hopeful expression. “Hm,” I acknowledged.
Her smile is so beautiful. Her lips so soft. She’s standing so close to me. I could kiss her if I wanted. And I do want it. I knew that if I did, she wouldn’t back away. I would only have to lean in a little ways and our lips would meet. My hands rested on her hips. I pulled her towards me as I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. The reaction was instant. My hands tightened around her hips. My arms reflexively tugged her into me as a wave of desire roiled throughout my body. My face flushed. My breathing became audible. I needed more. My hands reached underneath her shirt. The feel of her skin was intoxicating.
“Ouch!” She whispered and inhaled sharply.
The kiss was broken.
I immeadiately withdrew my hands and stepped back. “I’m sorry. I did not wish to hurt you.”
My mind feels clouded. I can barely hear my own voice.
“No no it’s okay,” she replied, “I just haven’t fully recovered is all.”
“Even so, I shouldn’t have done that.”
After tending to her stitches she lifted her head to say something else. But I was already gone. I lost control of myself and harmed the one I love. I seem to have a propensity for such things.
Ignoring her panicked screams of my name as I disappeared into the wilderness was the hardest task I’ve ever had to complete.
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