by Baconwizard » 02/22/2015 12:33 AM
In the bathroom, Ava took huge, gulping breaths of air, sobs bubbling up where exhalations should have been. She stumbled towards the toilet, her hands going to her mouth to stifle the small, pathetic noises leaking out of her. Kneeling down on the floor, Ava stared into the basin of the toilet, wondering if she was going to get sick. Her stomach was flopping every which way, but it was also growing tighter, constricting in the very center of her being. Dimly, in the back of her mind, Ava didn't mind the thought of throwing up, if it would make the horrible feeling in her gut go away. She grabbed some toilet paper, using it to wipe away the snot and tears that kept appearing on her face. Why couldn't she stop crying?! This was no way to deal with the problem! She should go back out to Cyril and apologize, and talk––really talk––about why the thought of moving away scared her so much. He would listen, Ava knew, but... she couldn't bring herself to get up off the cold tile of the bathroom floor.
Sniffling, Ava made a sob-sighing noise, every sound and movement amplified slightly in the tile room. Everything was just so messed up. Part of Ava wished that she had just stayed asleep. Leave it to Ava to make friends with an energy sucking demon. And to think... he had been her friend. He liked the tea she made, and he was good as listening... Ava scrubbed at her cheeks, unable to scrub away the hurt that smarted in her chest. It was her fault, she knew. But it wasn't a crime to make a friend, was it? Ava wished she could talk with Cyril about it. But now he was mad, and talking with him would only make them both feel worse, because in the end, Cyril would make them leave, regardless of what she felt.
To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world.
To you, I shall be unique in all the world....
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